....is possessed. I have a rubber bouncy ball in my office at work. It's purple and yellow and rolls around on the desk all by itself. It's too wierd. It likes to roll in front of my keyboard like it's not getting enough attention. I swear this happens!
I went looking for it before I left work and it was gone. I think it's hiding from me.....
Has anyone heard this commercial on the radio? It's a guy who buys a Diet Coke with Lime and then starts singing all calypso-like. Ok, this is just wierd, but I can't seem to get enough of this jingle. I know, in my brain, that it's retarded, but I really do dig it. I hate to say it but I find myself singing along with it.
I don't even LIKE Diet Coke with Lime!!!
I get headaches. Bad ones. From time to time they are debilitating. So, recently, I was given a perscribtion for some controlled drugs to alleviate severe tension headaches.
"Take 1 or 2 every 4 to 6 hours for pain." Well, those indications aren't too terribly specific, are they? So, I woke up knowing I had a bad one coming on. I only take these pills when I KNOW it's going to be bad and I have to semi function during the day. Otherwise it's Excedrine and an icepack til I fall asleep.
In any event, around 11am, I took two. By 12 I was sitting over breakfast in an IHOP-esque establisment. I ordered a skillet with scrambled eggs, home fried potatoes, breakfast sausage...you get the idea.
While waiting for the food, I can feel the effect of the meds creeping up on me. Not an unpleasant experience, I'll say that. Aslo, the headache was going away as the drugs took affect.
My food arrived. I was very hungry, so I jumped right in. As I was masticating my first bite of eggs, I percieved the taste as a color. VERY odd. Wow! It's tastes like PURPLE. I shit you not. I cannot explain this. Each item of the mean had a different taste with a different primary color associated with it. Yeah, I know purple isn't primary but you get my drift.
So, needless to say, breakfast was interesting.
So...I went to Best Buy. (!!!) By this time, the meds are in full swing. I'm feeling no pain, and everything is all poppies and flying monkeys. I'm looking at cordless keyboards and the guy behind me is playing with the surround sound systems. He did something and this LOUD helicopter sound effect goes zooming through the speakes. Over, and over again. Loud. I perceived the sound in a very unusual fashion.
I could hear it, yes. BUT, I perceived fireworks, the 4th of july type, going off before my eyes. Rapidly with the beat of the helo blades. I could only take about 20 seconds of this before sensory overload kicked in. I had to leave the immediate vicinity. Eventually he left, after turning the damn noise off.
So, 5 minutes later some asshole in the audio deparment decides he wants to play Snoop Dog, or 75cent, or Ludacrisp or Jay Z-28 with the base turned all the way to 11. To me this felt like walking through a room filled floor to ceiling with warm, grey, thick mist. Lemme tell ya...that was too weird. Fortunately, another effect of the meds is that I really didn't care. I sort of enjoyed it.
Shopping tip...never take your credit card to Best Buy when you're stoned.
Ok, time for bed. I can't keep my eyes open.
Ok, so, I've had a pretty crummy week or so. Mostly, work has got me down. And the weather, I guess. I good friend of mine once said that you shouldn't let your emotional bucket get full. Because, if it does, it'll overflow, or worse, tip over and spill all over the place. If you can't see the metaphore, then I can't help you.
Anyway, my emotional bucket has rapidly been filling over the passed 10 days. Work has sucked big donkey peen. That's most of my gripe. I'm away from my son, and that always stinks, but I have learned to deal with that. Fortunately, I've had some help poking holes in the emotional bucket so that it doesn't get too full. Thanks to you all for helping me keep my sanity.
So, the flow rate into the bucket began to exceed the discharge rate sometime last night. My weekend isn't looking nearly as good as it was and, wait for it, I might have to work. Great. Add the lousy weather, traffic and all the related headaches that those bring and it's not looking good for the floor and feet around my bucket.
I have a solution. I'm going to shove a siphon into the bucket and help myself out. How, am I going to do this, you ask? Two words...
BEST BUY!
Anyone who knows me well, know that I am addicted to Best Buy. I have no idea why I like the place so much. Circuit City has much the same stuff, but I just don't get my fix, there. Maybe it's the big yellow sign. Hell, I don't know. I don't CARE. I'm going to Best Buy tonight, after work. I may not even buy anything. I might just browse. Browsing in Best Buy is just nifty to me. Browsing at Home Depot is ALMOST as good. Yeah, that's definitely and primarily a guy thing, but I think Bev would agree that Home Depot rocks. But I digress.
BEST BUY! I love wandering around in there thinking to myself "I want that. And that. And one of those." I went to Best Buy once to get a surge protector and as I drove away I realized that I was in a groovy mood. Maybe they pump something through the ventillation system, like casinos do. I don't know. I don't CARE!
Best Buy.....I love you.
Disorder | Rating |
Paranoid: | Moderate |
Schizoid: | High |
Schizotypal: | Moderate |
Antisocial: | Low |
Borderline: | Moderate |
Histrionic: | Moderate |
Narcissistic: | Moderate |
Avoidant: | Low |
Dependent: | Moderate |
Obsessive-Compulsive: | Low |
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I hate em. HATE THEM! I think I made, probably, 20 or 30 of them this weekend, and it just solidified the fact that I really dislike them.
Here's why...90% of the time that you're making a u-turn, you're either lost or you missed the turn you wanted. So....either make several right turns...or flip a U-ey.
I hate U-turns.
So...I get up for work around 6 every morning. This time of year it's still dark at that time. And, it's cold, here. I usually stop along the way to get coffee. So, my state as I got into my car is this: half-asleep, no caffien, and shivering.
Start the car. Turn on heated seat. (!!!) Buckle up. Turn up morning show. Yawn. Put car in reverse. Take foot off brake. Begin to roll back toward the street...
About this time, I realize that I'm still looking at the garage. What was that they teach you in Drivers Education...hmmm...damn...it's going to come to me. Oh yeah! Look back over your shoulder when driving in rever....BAM!
The scene in my rearview was something from a Mr. Bean episode. The large, plastic, rolling trash-dumpster thing that the city makes you pay for was rebounding off my bumper, taking flight and arcing toward the middle of the street.
Dammit....
I'm still trying to figure out why my roommate put the thing directly behind my car...
So, I get out to retrieve the thing, which thankfully, hadn't exploded trash everywhere. Good, trashcan. Goood trashcan.
Move the can back onto the drive...behind my roommate's car! heheheh....
Ok, those of you who actually flip over to my Journal on a semi regular basis may have noticed that I moved The Journal over to the Stories section. I think it's more comfy there. It told me so.
I want to use this section for a couple of things...quizes, which drive me batty, and my rants and musings.
Yeah, I'm not a big fan of quizes, but every now and then, one comes along that tickles me the right way, and here is where they will live.
I've felt the need to rant and vent about a couple of things over the past week, and I didn't because my Journal was residing here. Now that I've moved it, I can spew forth my technicolor vitriol at will. Be warned.
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