what did you get called today?

holy crap! someone just called me a minx so i zoomed over to dictionary.com and tada:

minx - n.
1. A girl or young woman who is considered pert, flirtatious, or impudent.
2. Obsolete. A promiscuous woman.

thanks josh

where do you make your lists?

i didn't think i would ever get to work this morning, i suppose i left later than usual so i can only blame myself for getting stuck behind all those school buses - damn education. then all these crazies were at the racetrack right down from my office to get cheap gas - come on people, was it really worth it?

do you ever clean out your bellybutton, because you should.

more later - i have to make a list of all the things i need to get/buy.

motherfucker!

that is exactly what i said at the end of the episode - plus i so fucking KNEW it!!! i am so sure jack is really going to die and how gross was that business about his skin coming off. plus nadia is just one big ball of dumb - serously

oh sorry - for a minute there i thought i worked for tvguide.com/watercooler

9:10am update

i just found an inexplicable lump of unknownness in the bottom of my coffee mug - i am choosing to think it is a piece of cheerio

'my thought was, i would say something and you all would just do it'

i have a two favorite sayings:

1. I am not an alcoholic, alcohoics go to meetings.
2. Remember, it’s not the winning or losing – it’s how drunk you get.

now i just need to decide which to adopt as my motto.

i also have a new favorite sexy part on a guy - the small of his back where there are two vertical indentions, god i love that

something smelled funky whilst i was walking from my car to my office building this morning. i was walking with a co-worker and i asked him 'what's that smell?' and he said 'it's probably the sara lee plant making chicken nuggets' and i thought 'gross'.

wtf?

i normally detest walmart but i needed some more work-out pants and honey-nut cheerios, so off to wally-world i went. i was browsing the work-out wear when this lady came up to me and asked me where the clearance section was. my first thought was 'do i look like i work at walmart' then my second thought was 'clearance? isn't all of walmart technically clearance?'

'illusions dad, you don't have time for my illusions'

sometimes i wish i were male. there is so much upkeep in the fairer gender. there is all the shaving and waxing and plucking and moisturizing and buffing and scraping and conditioning and exfoliating and make-up applying and make-up removing and lipsicking.

i think 'k' is my new favorite letter - it is just so cute and perky and all kick-ass-like.

i am in love with veronica mars (the tv show) it is just so great. i have noticed lately that most situations in tv shows i watch (and there are many) are very specificaly relating to my life right now. i can think of 5 right this minute. it is slightly errie.

bonus: i am also in love with my old navy jean jacket - i even slept in it the other night. i know that is just sad, but too bad.

oh yea - part 2

i am addicted to salt today

oh yea

had two glasses of champagne with lunch and i forgot to mention that i have an inexplicable scrap on my forehead. don't you just love the inexplicable?

i love the gym

so work was pretty uneventful yesterday. i have crap to do but in no way have the desire to get moving on it.

last night at the gym i had on my new capri work out pants so i was feeling the cuteness. for most of my work out jt was a no show - and then, he walked in. he grabbed a drink and headed over to play bball. so i lost track of him and then all of the sudden he came over to the treadmill area. he ran a little bit and then i noticed he was sitting against the wall behind the treadmills - and continued to sit there for a few minutes. it dawned on me that he was all sorts of distraught about not getting to run on the treadmill next to me, poor thing.

he moved over to the free-weight area and i couldn't really see much except for moving weights all about, then i got the best gift for a monday ever - he was doing all sorts of dumbbell arm curl things all the whilst wearing a tank top directly in my line of sight. that was so wonderful. flex baby flex.

santa is a trash collector

it's trash day and on my to work this morning i saw santa clause collecting trash. that made me really sad and then i thought - where exactly do those toys come from? it's just not right! what will people tell their kids?

overheard this morning on my way to work: 'don't be cruel' by bobby brown

also overheard this morning on my way to work: anna singing 'don't be cruel' by bobby brown

all things ipod

dear anna,
stop dropping me.

love, mini ipod

'why should i have to change my name, he's the one that sucks'

friday night was kinda crazy. went to dinner with kelly, went to see tim, went to party with paul. went back to paul's for more partying. once everyone left paul gets a call from some girl he has been sleeping with. he took off for her apartment even though he has a girl friend and he didn't even like the booty call girl. he said he feels like he is a bad boyfriend and i said he was and he said he doesn't know why he does it. before he left we talked about it but he still went over there. i spent the night at his place and i realized that he is struggling with what he wants and what he thinks he wants. then i realized we all are. who are we? what do we want? what do we really want?

i got my oil changed, went home, layed on the floor and watched tv for a couple of hours then finally got up and went to the gym.

today was all about directions being given out. i stopped for a bottle of water and this poor old man was trying to find 75N - which was really far away and the gas station guy was on the phone and wouldn't even talk to him - prick. so was trying to explain where to go and this other guy came in and helped too. i really hope he found where he was going.

once i got to the gym there was a group of ladies getting directions from some other lady. i didn't see jt today and my ipod fucked up so i was forced to listen to the lame gym music - that kinda sucked. the past two trips to they gym there have been a couple of guys standing around sitting on the machines and just talking.

dear gym assholes:
the gym is not a night club. get off the equipment if you are only going to sit there and shoot the shit.

sincerely, anna

and while i am at it. . .

dear baked doritos chip maker people:
i very much enjoy your product. please make more baked flavors. i would really appreciate the variety.

sincerely, anna

do you have one of those friends that makes crazy broad statements? i have this friend that i will call 'redneck' and she makes all these comparisons between us. the other day we were discussing how we don't wear sleeveless shirts because let's just say our arms are not our best feature. so then she says 'we are so much alike, we must be soul sisters!' - she actually freaking said this and was serious. really 'redneck'? really? let's not get carried away here.

that's all for now.

a bitch with episodes

happy friday everyone! hey look - it's 'drops shit' anna and her sidekick 'spills shit' anna. if i could go one day without dropping or spilling one damn thing, i would die.

this morning as i was trying to wrangle my lunch into one of those grocery store produce bags the container holding and protecting my milk jumped out and hit floor
and busted
and spilled milk on the floor.
damnit

after i cleaned that up i make my way to my car and as i am putting all my junk in there i spill water all over the driver's seat.

awesome

also, i somehow have lost the ability to back out of the driveway without first driving thru part of the yard. i have been backing out of that driveway for 14 years and all of the sudden it's a turfin' free for all.

i am now safely at work - i guess we'll see how that goes. . .

toepick

sometimes i think i like to be in misery. i am so super hung up on tv/movie romance and not-so-'chance' meetings that i long for those strange connections for my own life. i have all these episodes of various tv shows that have great moments when friends realize they are actually in love. i have them tivoed and i wish there was a way i could crop them out and save just that one scene - tivo should totally have the ability to do that.

i have been havin' hella crazy dreams lately. saturday i dreamed that i made out with sara silverman, monday night i dreamed that i was making something and my sister made fun of it and said she hated it - then last night i dreamed that my friend kevin and his wife had a little baby girl, that was such a sweet dream - i wish they would have kids, i would love to see him as a dad.

confessions of a deorderant overuserer

i have a confession to make, i overapply my deoderant. i know, i know - the horror!!

i am, clearly, paranoid about b.o. and tend to apply far too much deoderant in the morning. this wouldn't really be a problem except that throughout the day little balls of deoderant drop out of my shirt. that can really put off the outside observer that has no idea of what it is and the amount of deodeant i use. so i just look like i have weird white shit coming out of my shirt

awesome.

also, my feet are extra smelly - i have no idea why i don't have a boyfriend. . .

p.s. i do this thing in my car where i imagine there is a tv crew filming me drive to show how awesome i am. they are filming me to show how cool i drive and the cool music i listen to and how i know a bunch of short cuts - because these folks know where i am going and all.

you know what a half sandwich is

ok, so i slept so crapily last night - i am so tired today. i couldn't go to sleep, then i was all wigged out that there were ghosts creeping about. then i was hot and i tossed and turned and woke up sweating. it was no good.

the bachlorette party was fun. spent way too much money, felt up a girl i went to high school with and then she licked my face. i have no idea what possessed us to do those things. i got so much done saturday - ate breakfast with brandi and kyle, made fun of and laughed at kyle, cut grandma's grass, worked out, did laundry, ran to the store, worked on a project, watched the incredibles. sunday i walked at the park, layed out and caught up with my magazine reading, went grocery shopping, cleaned my nasty bathroom, took out trash, did more laundry and worked more on my project.

i got a forward from a co-worker about rules men have with each other and my favorite is "21.) Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary." - i just think that is hilarious.

happy tax day everybody

i got paid today and my tax return hit my checking account today - how awesome is that? well, it would be slightly more awesome if almost all of it didn't have to go immediatley to my credit card company. i am working hard to get that paid off - being in debt really sucks.

so it's friday and all and i can't wait to get the hell out of here - i am already bored. i have cleaned out all my email, read all my dailies and the only thing left to do is count down they day. (its only 8:39am). this won't be a long day or anything.

so at the gym yesterday jt played basketball and i could only semi-watch. what a hottie. then it appeared as if he were leaving, but to my surprise he walked back in, walked around the gym a little (he does that a lot) and then got on a treadmill - alas, it was not one next to me - maybe next week baby, maybe next week.

so the big party is tonight and i am less than excited about it - i am trying though, i want to have a good time with my friend brandi. i just have to get out of my funk. (guys suck - except of jt of course).

anyway, that's all for now - someone comment for the love of god!

stressed out today

i am not at all excited about the uncuteness of my work-out outfit today. i won't feel very cute to see my gym boyfriend - jt. that is the name i have given him because he reminds me of justin timberlake.

we had eye contact tuesday and he ran on the treadmill next to me right after that so we are totally a couple now.

so he should love me in any outfit - right?

i woke up with a crick in my neck,

then i think my ear was bleeding this morning and i just went to pee and realized i put my underwear on inside out.

what is up with me today? i am apparently having all sorts of weird issues, that's about right.

i am also sleepy for some reason - i actually slept better last night than i have been. but i will be alright.

i also noticed that i really need to polish my brown boots - and the list goes on.

i got my hair cut last night and the lady yelled at me for the way the previous person cut my hair - which was at the same place and she was sitting right behind us. oy-vay.

big bachlorette party tomorrow night that i am only luke warm about - i wouldn't even go except that would screw up splitting the limo charge. i also have to go and buy two wedding gifts today - i need $!!

come and get it

assholes, assholes driving everywhere!!!

don't you just love it when you wear dirty clothes to work?

i am completely obssesed with the male species. how they think, act and interact. i am also totally jealous of the relationships they have with each other. i am jealous of two guys being friends - what is that and just how messed up is that? i want to be all up in their biznazz 24/7 - like a fly on the wall and in on all their inside jokes and the like. maybe it is just some twisted need to have the male attention, yea - that's probably it.

my sister and i always talked about doing a documentary on guys. like follow them around to various places and ask them all sorts of odd-like questions. maybe i will come up with a little sampling of questions. maybe i will even get some of the males i know to answer some of them. now i just have to decide what i really want to know about them. hhmmm i have assigned myself homework - that was pretty slick.

question suggestions are appreciated

bummed

i wanted to download 'rock on' by michael damian on my ipod - alas, it is no where to be found

get 'em while the gettin's good

***1:48pm UPDATE
i hate it when you get back from lunch and you don't have any emails or phone messages. that makes me a little sad


i arrive to work this morning and find homemade pimento cheese sandwichs layed out on the lunch are table for whomever would care to partake. you even have your choice of white or wheat bread.

gross. seriously people, gross.

we have apple blossom scented diswashing liquid - really? do we really need different flavors of dishwashing liquid?

i went out saturday night to a crawfish boil - it really sucked, i was so bored. oh well.

back to work today - i wonder how long the sandwichs will last

friday plus

i just did a puzzle online (jigzone.com) entitled 'little dog'

the whole day is just oozing with creativity

friday

full of creativity people! full - of - it!

i am rapidly approaching the point where i will be completely incabable of making small talk. i just can't stand it anymore - i just don't give a crap.

attention: stop telling me useless information about your life while i am clearly waiting for you to go away whilst i eat my lunch. i'm serious - go away.

foul

i have been in the worst mood lately. i am not sure what is wrong with me - i don't even feel like posting, mainly because i am not in the mood to be witty or insightful-like. anyway, went to new orleans over the past weekend - it was fun. blah, blah, blah

sorry for the lameness