Today I was telling Andy how 4 years in CA weakened me until now I have the climatic fortitude of a week-old chihuahua. Actually, I didn't use those exact words, but they are true none-the-less. The scariest thing I've had to face is drive home on a 2-lane highway with a depleted cell phone battery in the dark while it's snowing gigantic snowflakes. People started leaving work at 2:00 to make sure they got home okay, but I was like, eh, I'm fine...until 5:00 rolled around, then I started whining like a baby.

But here I am, I'm okay, just as long as I get that steering wheel warmer for Christmas.

I think I'm lonely. I'm always really tired at the end of the day, but I've noticed that if something excites me, I'm all awake, and then I sort of slump back into the fatigue. So how do I go about getting unlonely? I'm too tired to try.

I've got all this stuff I'm trying to do, but reference the above paragraph.

I've decided that I'm a lazy hypochondriac. I'm always worried that I'm dying and there is brain fluid leaking out of my ears, but I'm too lazy to have anyone check it out.

I got my hanten from Ann today. Can I have a witness to the fact that a week ago she said that she hadn't sent it and she didn't have any money to send it? So how is it here? Huh huh?

Anywhoo, back to the reason, you're here, ME! I'm sitting here, wearing my hanten, contemplating downloading a different screen saver because the one I have makes noise and annoys everyone. But I'm not going to do it because I'm lazy and I'm hungry.

One more thing. I've talked to my dad on the phone a couple times in the past week because we're working out some money issues. And it seems like he's actually interested in what's going on in my life. I know, it's weird. Just thought I'd report.

A dream made me think of this next thing. I can't remember what it was about, but I know it was weird because 1) it made me think of this next thing, and 2) I was on my deathbed.

So what is the physical difference between life and death? Death being the absence of life and therefore a form of life, so rephrasing the question, what is the physical definition of life? I mean, besides the whole, living things moving around bit, is there a difference? If we took a CAT-Scan of a live person and a recently deceased person, could we tell the difference?

And what is the special little spark thing that makes unlife into life, not death into life, it doesn't work that way. Why doesn't a dead thing come back to life? A fully-formed dead person would be a lot more capable of taking care of itself than a little embryo, so it seems that in the choose-the-easiest-path scheme of the world, a fetus would not be the way to go.

Life being what anyway?

Hey! You all can just take back your clouds! We have no more room for them. It's foggy 24 hours a day! I can't even see the stop lights while I'm driving to work. Not to mention that it's dark anytime I want to go anywhere. Remember me if I die somewhere on the road!

On yeah, and Satan is my motor.

I accidentally got to some of the first posts I ever made. Boy, I used to think a lot and write it down. Now, is it that I don't think anymore, or just that I don't write it down anymore?

Today I found a loophole that will save my company $500 a month.

All I want for Christmas is a heated steering wheel.

How the heck do people work every day for years and years and years? I've only been at it a couple of weeks, and I'm already primed for a break. At least Thanksgiving is coming. Now I am motivated to find a rich, or at least financially independent, guy to marry and force him to support me as I deserve to be supported.

I'm really slow.

I wrote my first business letter today. It got a "very good job." comment.

Hehe, fun!

How to make a Jessica Ann-Marie Webster

Ingredients: 1 part success 1 part arrogance 5 parts joy

Method: Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add a little wisdom if desired!

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Okay, this one's a little better.

How to make a Jessica

Ingredients: 3 parts mercy 5 parts ambition 3 parts joy

Method: Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add a little caring if desired!

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Okay, that's the last time I follow a link to a blog I don't know.

How to make an amazon_of_fancy

Ingredients: 1 part mercy 5 parts arrogance 1 part ego

Method: Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Top it off with a sprinkle of lovability and enjoy!

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Jagged Little Pill is totally the best CD ever. If I had to pick one CD to listen to for the rest of my life, it would be that one. All the anger and revenge gets to me, even when I'm totally devoid of emotion. Kinda makes me want to get hurt like that so I can take revenge, she makes it sound so sweet. Kinda sad huh?

Oh yeah, have I told anyone that my boss flicks the lights when it's time to leave? Like the teachers do in kindergarten classes to get everyone's attention. Every time he does it I want to rip his head off.

I started my Christmas stuff this weekend. It's all going to be hand-made. Spent $60 at the craft store yesterday, who said making your own presents is cheaper? I spent more than an hour picking out stuff, so you'd better all like it. Let's hope that after spending all that mula and time, I can actually follow through and not decide on Dec 24th that I don't like what I've done and decide not to send anything. At least I managed to start the process. Finished 7 card fronts and 1 presenty thingy. Crafts are fun, but stressful!!!

And before I leave you all, can I just give a shout-out to keyboards with properly sensitive keys! At my current work (hopefully my work for longer than two weeks) it takes me twice as long to type anything because the keys won't register the first time around. Not to mention that my wrist hurts after typing one sentence.

The company I just started with is trying to get accredited. Oi Vey.

I am a freak! I wanted a job that was more interesting and wouldn't be completely mindless, but then when I get it, I'm all freaked out about it and kind of annoyed that they'd just toss me all this responsibility. Just one more piece of evidence that points to the fact that I am afraid of change.

AND IF ONE MORE PERSON TELLS ME HOW YOUNG I LOOK, I'M GOING TO SCREAM AND YELL AND SHOUT AND STOMP MY FEET. That'll show 'em how old I am.

I got my first credit card in the mail today. Isn't that just fabulous.

The interview on Wednesday went really well. She kept saying how articulate I am and how I could do anything I wanted.

Unfortunately for her, I was offered a different job at an interview today. Now don't be all jealous and think that I can convince anyone I want to give me a job at the drop of a hat, they need people real bad.

Not sure what I'm going to be doing though. I think I'm supposed to just bounce around until I find something that fits.