Cookie! Cookie cookie cookie!
Sorry. I was just expressing my love of internet cookies. I love not having to sign on to websites when I get distracted (a very likely event) and have to redirect my attention to the previous task.
Such is the case: I was commenting on a friend's blog when I felt the need to pay my credit card bill, thus making me forget that I want to update my OWN blog. Sometimes, my head is like navigating an asteroid field. And we all now know daunting THAT can be.
I feel my spine hating me. I've been sitting down (in work, in class, at lunch) basically since 8am.
You know, it occurred to me that no one can ever fuck up in life. I mean seriously, irrevocably fuck up. It's not possible. You can always become a motivational speaker to earn your living. "Man, I robbed a bank, ass-raped a chimp, went on a robotrippin' bender, and wrecked my astrovan. Now, I'm a paraplegic with AIDS, but with a little ingenuity, I am now the CEO of Colgate and the first paraplegic to row a blow-up lifeboat around the Cape of Good Hope!"
I never understood the phrase, "She's full of piss and vinegar!" Maybe it's a southern thing, so I have to clarify that yes, it IS a saying and I'm not making shit up. If ~I~ were full of piss and vinegar, I'd probably throw up. So why doesn't it mean really really nauseous instead of rambunctious?
Some dude tried to give me a dollar today. Not just out of the blue, to buy some cookies from some people who... well... were selling them. :XD I refused, of course. One, karma. I didn't want to take money and not be able to pay it back (even if it is a dollar). Two, I think taking money from a stranger to buy candy is sinking to an all new low. It's a sign of a real problem. Keep things simple, people. Stranger -> candy. Not stranger -> money -> bake sale -> candy.
I have homework to do. *sighs* Toodles.