fluffy stuffy

so now that i have an idea of when we're going to be moving into a house, i have started thinking of all the things i will want to keep and discard.

i have too many stuffed animals. i don't know what to do with them all. should i give them away or sell them? i have huge ones and small ones. some are just toys and others are memories of old friends and family.

i've got this huge ass stuffed gorilla. i'm not putting that in our new home so i'm not sure what to do with it. i paid 70 bucks for it. i was crazy back then. i also have a huge tiger my mom bought for me at a garage sale. it takes up four feet of space.

i could do games on my site and give the winners my toy stash or i could just donate it all to the salvation army.

all i know is that it's going to be very hard to part with some of these fluffy critters but they HAVE to go. they must go. must resist cuddly wuddly feelings....

where's my teddy bear?

daisy girl

no dream house but at least j bought me a house warming gift. :)

there goes my martha

i've had such a crappy few days. and now my idol martha stewart has fucked herself. great. i was okay when she was a liar, cheat, and greedy freak. but not a convict. no amount of branding can help erase the bars from your image.

geez. if they can let a looney pop star molest kids and get away, why can't they let a billionaire get away with a few hundred thousand dollars. no?

heh.

gawd. we're in the process of buying a house and it totally sucks. i'm never going to find anything we can afford. we made a bid on a house this weekend but there's no way they can come down to our price range. it's my total dream house but buying it would mean living in an empty dream house for a long time. i had all of these great ideas on what to do for each room and how i was going to decorate this and that part of the house. but that's the problem with dream houses... they're just for dreaming.
if i didn't have to work and worry about taking time off, i'd probably enjoy house hunting more. we would like to close on a house as soon as possible because interest rates are really low. i would post pictures of my dream house but that would be like pouring salt on an open wound.

and then there's stuff at work that's been really urking me. but i can't talk about it here so i'll just bitch about it to myself in the car or to qtpi on a walk.

sigh no more

pissed off. frustrated. depressed. pathetic self-pity.

yup. that about sums up my week.

dreary Sunday

i never mean to watch the oscars. i usually just like to catch the red carpet to see what people are wearing but this year, the red carpet pre-show left me unsatisfied. joan rivers is a loon and i'd not only pass her on for m&ms, i'd skip her for dog ass.

eh. so i got sucked into watching the bore-fest. i kept having to switch channels during the acceptance speeches and billy crystal monologues. they made me cringe.

after watching the show, i looked up at the clock and said, "oh good, i wanted to waste three hours of my life."

:)

sigh. i'm so tired and yet restless right now. i know i should go to sleep but i also want to climb a mountain, have a six hour conversation, drink a mexican martini, read a book, write a story, anything, everything, and nothing. i hate it when i feel like this because then my head starts realing with a million emotions.

churn churn churn

p.s. why is it not okay that janet's boob was exposed for a milli-second and yet it's okay to see an old naked man holding his wacker and dancing around like a bafoon? gross gross gross. keep your clothes on billy.