ok just to update: the feeling has passed from the meanspirited comments of yesterday to one of, oh, just mild disdain, perhaps even apathy. yes.

forgive me.

wow i cannot explain how deeply i despise those little dogs with the beyond-annoying, high-pitched barks that sound like a cat yelping after getting its tail stepped on, except over and over and over (and over). how can anyone stand to own one?

i feel similarly about infants. they freak me out. what with their creepy gurgling and creepy jerky-motion limb-flailing and creepy face-making and creepy not-quite-eye-contact cuz, i dont know, they don't have control of their muscles quite yet or something, so they're like those creepy old men with lazy eyes and you're not quite sure they're talking to you when they are. plus they're all wrinkly and need their every need attended to at every fucking moment. this is not to mention the crying, which is almost as bad as the yelping dogs.

there was a baby shower at work yesterday for a co-worker, who brought in her 2 mo. old baby. i did not hold it. for all of the afforementioned reasons. also i was positive i'd drop it. and even if not, it's the only baby in the room and the focus of the party and therefore, people would be looking at me (well, the baby, but me WITH the baby), which i dislike. and also, it would start screaming immediately, i know it would, and then everyone would see that i will be a horrible mother.

i have way way way less patience when it comes to children birth to....mmm...four these days. i'm waiting for it to go away. but what if it never does?

i feel like i have written this post before...

that is all.

it has been decided that whenever i someday obtain a kitten (aka live where one is allowed), it shall be named mikka, after calgary's goalie. it is a cute name for a kitten, and he is a very good goalie, so it is worthy (though i have my suspicions that he would be honored to have a "cute" name, especially after being robbed by detroit tonight...).

anyway. i may in fact name all cats/pets henceforth after hockey players. they have such cool names.

oh playoff hockey. how i love thee. :) and also that show about cheating boyfriends with the swat team cameras and stuff, haha. oh latenight tv. gooood stuff.

bar church, reading, nap, last 15 minutes of georgetown/nc bball, football, laying in the grass, shoes-off frisbee, baseball catch, basketball, swings at the park, the simpsons, playoff hockey, steaks on the grill, blazing saddles, hugs

twas a happy sunday.

i am capable ignoring and/or of walking past/over/around something not in its place (for example, let's say HYPOTHETICALLY, an empty cardboard macaroni box on the kitchen floor. orr a sock in the back seat of my car) for days upon days upon days. MONTHS even.

my mother, either by nature or through ingrained repetative behavior (habitualness) (word?), cannot. is incapable. reeeally really doesn't like to.

it is one of our several fundamental differences. and one that contributes to her conclusion that i'm lazy, immature and generally not fit to make adult decisions.

nonsense! nonsense i tell you!