I find that I really am good for only about 7 hours of solid work each day, that’s with an hour long lunch. My brain just can’t crunch much longer without getting distracted and/or overloaded.

I find that I have days where I am increasingly frustrated with people who just can’t take me seriously no matter how much I prove that I am NOT a bubble head. This is how I came out of the womb people. If the blonde hair, sparkly personality and giggling voice are just too much for you then that’s just too damn bad. Maybe YOU just have a giant bug up your butt, did that ever occur to you? And think of it, I’m mildly depressed at the moment and I’m STILL a giggle puss. Just imagine how obnoxious I am when I’m really happy. Put THAT bug up your butt and smoke it.

I find that no matter how hard I try, I just can’t go a single day without eating cheese. It’s like torture and life is too short for self-inflicted torture. The world hands out plenty of that for us.

I find that there really isn’t anything in the world like a best friend. The ones who know you well enough to know when and how to break down your walks and get to the point, without hurting your feelings or taking it personally. The ones who will bring you Nyquill and 7Up when you are sick. The kind that you can trust to watch your children or animals or plants if you go out of town. The kind that love you no matter how full of shit you might be on any given day. I know they must only come along a few times in a life time if ever, I’ve definitely been blessed in the “girlz” department.

I find that the men in my office really are insufferable, but I am fond of them nonetheless because even the jack-asses become your brothers given enough time and lunches.

I find myself thinking of a new tattoo more then I probably should.