Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Symptoms of sexual frustration

Chewing ice? Check.
Peeling labels? Check.
Incessantly folding napkins and the like? Check.

Verdict?

I am sexually frustrated.

Is this bad?

I don't really know. ::sigh::

Surely, it will pass...

Among the cutest baby bears, ever!

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The Edwards endorsement?

You may or may not have seen this:



At this point, Obama would definitely give John Edwards a jetski for his presidential endorsement.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Update: M&Ms should be organized by color, but...!

My boss went home, last weekend and told his wife of my M&M habit... the OCD color-coding one... She said, apparently, that we're a perfect match.

And now I cannot shake the squickies.

I really want this table for my apartment. Holy wow.



Saturday, April 26, 2008

Interesting...

Very interesting statement on atheism - worth the listen, in my opinion (whether or not you agree).
(h/t, Aaron)


Well, I'm going to assume this won't make any of my Christian friends feel any better about my posthumus soul, but I feel that it really makes sense and, for me, speaks well to my own beliefs. Incidentally, the speaker Kate Lovelady also makes interesting points on the afterlife, toward the end.

So. I'm atheist and agnostic, and a humanist. Oh, and I'm also, like the speaker, agnostic about the weather.

Definitions here:
Atheism
Agnosticism

funny pictures

Friday, April 25, 2008

NoooOOo Im not a NOM!

funny dog pictures

So cute, but way better if you Mute



Except the purring is super adorable. But I could hardly stand the chick talking.

Oh gosh... another sweets blog

So I was just horribly frightened...

I decided to buy some M&Ms as an afternoon snack... and I just happen to have one little OCD habit. I organize M&Ms into a pretty little triangle by color. And I organize my closet by color. And my bureau. That's it. I guess there are a few other things, but that's the really obvious one. So... here I am, minding my own business, eating my triangularly organized M&Ms, and my boss walks over and says, "You have no idea... I have so much respect for that. I do that, too. I mean, is there any other way to eat them?"
I said, "Well, I do sometimes just eat them straight out of the bag."
He said, "Do you organize your clothes in your closet by color, too?"
Oh gawd...

Thursday, April 24, 2008

I am not meant to eat ice cream

While I should probably have some fabulous kick-off posting...
this is more important.





I am not meant to eat ice cream.

Okay, so generally whenever anyone talks about their vices and they say "chocolate," I say, "Oh, me too!" but if they say, "ice cream," I say, "Oh, I'm not really a big ice cream fan. Sorbet is alright." Well, the other day, thanks to some peer pressure (okay, not really) when my roommate was buying ice cream, I decided to get some Häagen-Dazs Reserve Amazon Valley Chocolate ice cream. Shockingly, I really enjoyed it. ::rolls eyes:: Okay, that's not the point.

The point is that last night, I was eating some of that delightful ice cream, and it was my second bite, and the entire dollop of ice cream slid right off my spoon and into my cleavage. I sounded like a hilarious sound bite on a loop. "Oh my gosh! Oooh! Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!" Ice cream does not belong in a girl's cleavage. Certainly not mine, anyway. At least not without someone there especially for cleanup duty (eh hem). And then, and then!, this afternoon I was eating a bit of strawberry sorbet, and I nearly did the exact same thing, again! It almost went right into my cleavage. So. I don't think I should be allowed to eat ice cream. It's not safe.


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Do I think future posts will be cooler than this one? Man, I hope so. Main reason for starting this blog: Too often whilst reading blogs and articles in my Google Reader, I would want to share something and have a comment to explain why I felt the need to share. Some things don't explain themselves (especially considering my natural propensity for cognitive leaps), so I feel I should.