weirdness and wounds

Doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo [you have now entered the Twilight Zone] Today at work i had that All-American Rejects song "Move Along" stuck in my head for some reason. It certainly wasnt because i had heard it recently (as we have been without music for well over a month... dont ask.) I do a bank run every afternoon, and guess what song just happened to be playing when i walked into wells fargo. Oh, but it doesnt stop there. I saunter up to the only open tellers window, and have kind of a dazed look on my face, realizing what the background music really is. At this point she takes the deposit i've prepared, starts to count it out, and awkwardly flips her pen out of her delicate fingers. She giggles and says "my hand just started shaking..." Half a milli-second before the cute boy who can sing croons "hands are shaking cold..."

Aaaaaaaa i wish my day had stayed weird. In reality it got painful. We scored a free flatbed trailer from someone who didnt need one anymore, and in the process of loading it onto my trailer hitch i had an excruciating pain hit my left wrist. If i wasnt convinced i'm getting carpal tunnel in my right wrist from all the 10-keying i do, i'd swear it had hit me hard in my left. But i do nothing with my left hand. 'Cept pick my nose. ANYWAYS... We then came home and instead of putting all my grocery bags, purse and jacket down, bending over and untying my shoelaces, i tried flipping one shoe off at the heel with the toe of the other. Needless to say, my toenail ended up bent back far enough that i had to trim it down to the tender skin. [ouch] And my toenails were looking so nice and even for all the sandal weather we're headed to in vegas on saturday!

Oh, in case you read my blog and not zieaks too [what?] we went to dinner last week at the chinese place. Our cookie fortunes read: "You will soon vacation in a place of warm climate" and "Wealth awaits you very soon." Yesssssssssss.

Lunch on the go...

she said "chinchilla"

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i am going crazy in this tiny regrettably pink office [the color on the card was much more appealing]

the sun is beating down outside, and all i want to do is go sit in it, maybe silent maybe talking, i would throw french fries at the crow who sits upon the balcony at our restaurant and poops while we are trying to enjoy our meal. i would look at zieak with his longish wavy hair which is starting to take over his head like fertilized vines and call him a goddamn hipster, to which he would grin and maybe giggle a little. i would have to get in my car at some point but my fingers would be quick to lower all the windows and press the volume button [upper part] over and over and to turn the key in the ignition to allow the hot black wheels to start moving forward over the hot pavement. maybe when i got home the cats would be all like "we're hot, we are just going to lounge in the shadows on the porch, but first PET US." maybe from now on when i see those surveys that ask what kind of animal you would be if you could be any animal, i will [in my mind of course] choose cat. nap and eat whenever i like, nuzzle up to my owner who will scratch and pet me no matter what they may be doing and purrrrrr to convey my pleasure. i would not pee where i am not supposed to, and i would leave other cats alone. yes, i think i could be the perfect cat. Meow.

Its getting hot in here...

Kitos hosted the "Men of Steel" last night. Oh boy, were there a lot of horny riled up women out. It was definitely entertaining, and thats what they do best it seems. Zieak and i debated the sexual orientation of this group, since the last batch that came through, well... (quick backstory: after performing they invited ang and i back to their hotel - we politely declined - they invited some other girls back - who the next day confessed that the guys spent the evening in the bathroom "shaving each other") We concluded that this group was not gay, zieak had chatted with them a bit yesterday and wasnt feeling it. I didnt care one way or the other, i just paid money to see them take their clothes off and dance. And for once i could bearably listen to that "proud to be an american" song without gagging. Speaking of clothes being taken off - Vegas, 16 days.....