| On Sunday, I finally went skydiving.
Here is proof:
More proof:
The cameraman asked me if I had any last words to say before I fell out of a plane at 9,000 feet and plummeted to the earth. I said I liked rabbits.
And here we have...not a bird...or a plane, it's me!
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| Let's go to Shawn's house they said
Everyone got up to leave
I threw away my iced tea - drank a lot.
Where is it?
I dunno.
Drive around in circles
He took a left. I went straight
God, I have to pee.
I'm really dusty.
And tired.
And there are a million little
thoughts
like centipedes
crawling through my mind
and I'm feeling
myriopodophobic (it's like arachnophobia but instead of
spiders
it's fear of centipedes)
and I can't breathe I'm on the verge of panicking.
And now there's a dull angry annoyance cloying my stomach.
Where is it I'm going in circles and this is frustrating and I can't think straight.
God I have to pee.
I found it he calls.
I'm going home I decide I'm halfway there.
And I really have to pee.
Oh well.
Sorry peoples I bailed on you.
It's not like you haven't done the same.
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| There was a bird. SINGING. OUTSIDE. IN THE TREE. AT 1:30 IN THE FREAKING MORNING.
Not a lulling sad cooing bird that gently calls you to sleep, but a CHK CHK CHK WARBLE WARBLE WARBLE CAW CAW CAW #$#@#%( CAR ALARM BIRD. In the tree. at ONE THIRTY IN THE MORNING.
Who has a bebe gun?
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| UPDATEEEEE::
I changed positions within  (like the logo?) and work as a Business Analyst in the call center. It's fun and cool and I keep busy and it's nothing like what it was before at all, where I was depressed and miserable and so were the people around me.
K, so.
Wedding plans coming along! I scramble to get crap done for like 3 weeks, and then break for 6, and then freak out again for 3. I'll prolly keep this up for the duration of the wait which is somewhere around 5 mos and 20 some days. One thing that'll be super nice about being MARRIED TO THE BOI is not having to leave his house at 11:30 pm on a weekday night to come sleep at my house. gawd, that gets old, seriously. I can only drive home that late so many nights before I start imagining that THE ZOMBIES ARE COMING OUT TO EAT ME and that one will be standing in the middle of the road over the next hill.
The end! until next time!
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