Not a big, "OW!", just a little "Ow." Okay, after my marathon spray primer-ing/ spray painting session yesterday evening, now my right forearm is killing me! Yesterday, I had trigger finger going on. My finger didn't want to bend, even to curl around the spoon so I could eat my Rocky Road ice cream! Today, my forearm feels like it's one of Popeye's! Decidedly not cool. Especially as I have to do the same thing all over again except worse because it's my dresser. *Groan!* I am such a freak.

Have you ever found that there tends to be a particular name that doesn't seem to mesh with you? A strange question I know and I'm trying to think how to phrase this better. I generally seem to have competitive issues with girls who are named "Jen". It could just be coincidence, especially considering that "Jennifer" was the most popular girls name in the late 70's/early 80's and is therefore very prolific, but I don't happen to believe in coincidences and laugh if you will but I most definitely believe that one's name helps to define who one will be. I just have issues with girls named "Jen". It all started with a girl that I was very good friends with a very long time ago. We had been friends from the time we were 8 until we were 17- then it all blew up! Our friendship had always been contentious, always competing over one thing or another. It didn't become a problem until boys, naturally, entered the picture. Then, it seemed like whomever I had a crush on, she made a play for him. Not so much the other way around because I don't believe in dating my friends' exes. I'm not really into sloppy seconds. Anyway, we came to loggerheads our Senior Year over something NOT boy related, but putting my honour into question. At the time, it seemed valid and just, now- ten years later- it just seems rather stupid so I shall not go into details over what it was. That was "Jen" number 1. "Jen" number was a shadow, someone I never actually met but she was the on again/ off again girlfriend of my first love. My first love- an alcoholic/ drug addict- boy, do I know how to pick them! She was a spectre, looming in the background, affecting whatever the hell it was that we had. No matter. He's in Vegas now doing only God knows what and he has a son and a daughter. "Jen" number 3 I did actually meet and she hated me, probably with good reason as she was, at the time, the Boy's girlfriend. She was dark and slim, the absolute opposite of me, but she prevented me from going to see him in Boston and for that I cannot forgive. Yes, I was in love with him then, and am still in love with him, but, as far as he's concerned at least, we are just friends. Plus, I have a very sneaking suspicion that she's broken his heart, which he won't tell me, but I'll get it out of him somehow. Now, someone else I like very much has a "Jen" in his life. Not sure how I feel about this, but it seems very odd. What is it about me and girls named Jen?

So today's task of the day, despite being 93 degrees and high humidity, was to sand, prime and paint the cedar chest that I inherited from my grandmother. Usually, I am totally averse to painting wood, but I had to do *something* with it! and this was just the easiest way to deal with the problem. It's done. Not perfect but what the hell. It's too hot to care, really. Project number 2 is repeat the same process with my dresser for pretty much the same reason as the cedar chest. Now, however, that I have primed and painted the chest, I have paint up my nose! That's what I get for taking the easy way and spray painting rather than doing it the old fashioned way. It's not particularly nice feeling nor particularly healthy, I'm sure. Oh well. I really should keep packing but I just can't be bothered! Ciao fair E-Peeps. Time to clean myself up as I must go to work tomorrow. I really hate work. The only good thing about it, quite frankly, is the air conditioning. Does that make me an air conditioning whore? Hmmmmm.... Something to ponder at least.

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! ;)