Slacker

I'm a slacker. My posts have been mucho boring lately. Sorry, punks. I'm getting back on top of things. In honor of this pseudo-resolution, a more informative update:

1) I've started a couple of things as of late--habits, if you will--none of which I'm prepared to reveal, all of which are guilty pleasures. The question: is there anything wrong with guilty pleasures? And again, for certain individuals (*coughFreeSamplescough*), keep it clean.

2) A certain something was alluded to this weekend. Sent me into a bit of a tale spin, really. I guess it made me realize how "not normal" I still am, even after 3 months of coziness. Not that I've ever been conventionally normal, but you know... *scuffs toe* I've been in denial, I guess. And I don't mean the river in Egypt.

3) I'm dreaming of my first car, which I'm so far from, and yet that one step closer. My dream might be an eggshell Mini Cooper, or maybe a green VW Rabbit... I can't decide. I don't know who I'm kiddin' though. I'm totally ending up with a Yaris. It's my family's schtick.

4) I don't like awkward situations.

5) I dislike secret-tellers.

6) WARNING: Catty moment. Do not proceed if you object to cattiness. There's this girl who goes to my gym and she really bugs me. She's maybe 19-20. She wears the same outfit every time she's there = uber short shorts and a tiny pink spaghetti-strap tank. And she's a "social gym-er". In other words, she flutters from one machine to the next, never really doing anything on any of them, making sure that everyone sees what she's not doing. At one point, while I was all sweaty and gross in the corner doing my sit ups, she sat on the bench I had my feet hooked under reading a magazine. For like, 20 minutes. Why? That's all I ask. Why?

7) Also, in light of certain realities, I've made some changes to my layout. I think it's time I start moving forward, and stop looking back. Not that I'll stop loving those things not seen. They're still tops in my heart (and framed perfectly on tops my TV)...