Packing Sucks! So I've been meaning to do it and I finally began. In fits and starts, I started to pack up my myriad of things and organize and throw out things that I don't really want to throw out. I am a very messy person. It's a strange dichotomy of longing to be organized and clutter free in a very cluttered space because I hold onto things for sentimental or sometimes just plain crazy reasons! A perfect example of this would be my three and half feet tall and about three and a half feet long stuffed Dinosaur. Yes, it is a very large stuffed animal and it takes up a lot of space but I keep fighting getting rid of it because- ready for this- I wanted to have it for when I have kids. Is that not the most retarded reason of all time to hang onto an oversized stuffed dinosaur? Now, I won it when I worked at the Disney Store, which I worked at for 7 years, so I have more Disney crap than any one person has a right to own, not to mention a Winnie the Pooh tatoo on my ankle. (Bet you guys never saw that one coming, now did you?) Anyway, I am notoriously unlucky so that fact that I won it was miraculous and although the kittens love playing with it, I am afraid that the dinosaur needs to go. It kind of feels good actually, to purge. But man, am I freaking exhausted and I am no where near anything to looking like I'm remotely close to being finished. Did that sentence just make any sense? I have to go and deal witha mountain of clothing that currently is covering my bed. Too much stuff! Why oh why do I have to hang onto so much crap!? Note to self- I don't need anything else! Except for those new Vic's Secret bras I bought yesterday. Those I definitely needed! :)

Is there anything better than Victoria's Secret Semi- Annual Sale? I don't think so! ;)

Bank Crush is back from Spain! Yee Haa! And I totally impressed my co-workers with my smoothness as I flirted up a storm! Damn but that boy is fine!

Today, I am one draggin' ass woman! I was home by 1:30 and in bed by 2 and up this morning at 10 to 7. Not too shabby. I am rather tired but last night at the Pink was totally worth it!

It's funny to me how we know so many details about each others' lives but have not actually met. Ajay has left and it was at his going away event that I met him for the first time and that was to say goodbye. Does that make any sense? I don't know about the rest of you, but I think what we really need is an E-Peeps Karaoke Night! Let's get smashed and all sing really badly to Abba and old Beatles tunes! We can make score signs and hold them up after every performance! We totally should!

Adieu for now, sweet peeps.

Is there anything better than coming home from a walk and finding your mother in a panic because the phone isn't working and your father is MIA? In fact he had gone to the hospital at around 11:30AM for some tests and by 8PM still wasn't home and hadn't called. So, my mother gets al quasi- frantic and starts snapping at me, which I know she's doing because she's worried, and calls the emergency room- but of the wrong hospital! Discovering her error, she calls the correct hospital but no one in Emergency would pick up so she calls Admissions instead. They inform her that he has infact been admitted and has only just gotten a bed, to which she asks, "Why didn't anyone call me?" Off we go to the hospital, again, she's snapping at me as I'm driving the Tardis to the hospital to see my father and I'm snapping right back. I hate when she critiques my driving! I actually said, "Enough, Hyacinth!" That made her laugh but I made myself clear. (For those of you that don't know, "Hyacinth" is a character from a Brit. Com. called "Keeping Up Appearances" and does this annoying thing when her husband is driving.) Anyway, we arrive at the Emergency room and the nurse directs us to my father. She laughs because she quipped about he had just called home and was stunned that he had gotten the machine. I inform her it's because we were already on our way. So, we went to see him. My mother calmed down. He actually looked really good, although he was hooked up to an I.V. They were keeping him overnight because he has diverticulitis and his blood pressure was up. Oi! Parents! Off to lunch. More later, I'm sure.