Food Addiction.

You know you're a food addict when:

The thought of a chocolate cupcake from the break room make you positively salivate.

Or does that just make me a chocoholic?

Better than an alcoholic I suppose.

Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggggggggggerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

Things I could be doing

Like:

Finishing the count...4 blog drafts waiting to see the light of day
Laundry
Playing with Miss Daisy
Working of Michelle's blanket - that baby could be here any second!
Working on Lori's blanket - but I have until May
Working on Erika's blanket - I have 'til may on that one too
Looking for a Job - urg, grr, gag, vomit.
Looking for a new apartment - see above... and I have until next January
Cleaning my current apartment

Things I'm not doing out of sheer laziness/lack of significant motivation/lack of proper yarn/my deeply embedded procrastinatory tendencies:

(see above)

A reminder for Myself

Note to Self:

No matter how randy you may be, do not, under any circumstances, try to get snuggly with Charlie Browne, especially Drunk Charlie Browne. This is not only rude, but kinda bitchy. And you don't want to be that kind of tease.

AND there's always the possibility that Al Bundy could decided to leave his room and find Charlie Browne's hands up your back while you straddle his thigh on the edge of Charlie Browne's bed. This looks bad, regardless how many layers of clothing your each have on.

Note noted.

Freaking ex-boyfriends

I hate that they are happy and in relationships and content with their lives, and I'm not!

F.Y.I: Never friend an ex on Myspace. It will only piss you off (whoever your are).

The closest I have is a really sweet roommate who has a TOTAL crush on me.

Grrrrrrrrr. Aggression. Ill will. Feelings of utter stupidity.


(in another post, at another time, I'll expound on a.) how I have only myself to blame, and b.) how those boys weren't right for me anyway and we ALL effing know it.)

BLARGH!

My sick need to check the social networking sites of friends

I was going to leave it as just "My sick need," but you can see how that would lead to problems, right?

(I just decided, for the thousandth time, that I hate my writing style. I should be more eloquent. Oh shut up and just type.)

I must be secretly masochistic. I surf the social networking (read: Myspace, Facebook) pages of friends and relatives, and become insanely jealous that I was not invited to be a part of the reverie, whatever it may be.

I could get into the psychiatrics of this, but I suddenly don't care anymore.

Maybe I'll expound the next time I'm feeling genuinely shitty about my life.

Blah.

My list of things to never do again

Beer batter and deep fry onions and/or chicken at home.