love is a dangerous angel

I feel like I've been in a real rut lately.
The house is messy, and I don't really care.
Dishes pile up, and I don't really care, unless I need something.
I'm slowly getting chubbier and chubbier.
I'm just so so lazy, and its because I feel so blah.
Maybe its the turn to fall. Even though I love fall, it might be lack of sunshine
My mom thinks my sister has SMD, maybe I have it to.
I don't want to talk to anyone, or do anything, really.
I look forward to going back to A-town tomorrow for 2 real reasons: a) to see my momma and b) to dress up like a sailor.
I mean, I like to see everyone, but I'd rather just sit home and watch TV.
I feel like even poor Annie Bananie feels neglected, because I just feel blahhh.

Blahhh.

Sat around today until about 3. Alex and I took the dog for a walk, watched the rest of "Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia", I cleaned the house a tad while he did some drawing. Then he went to work and it took a lot of power to get myself into the shower.
Went to the army surplus store to pick up a sailor hat for my Halloween costume. I love that a $4 hat is the most expensive item I had to buy. That deserves a huzzah. Huzzah for putting together a sailor costume that doesn't show off your ass! Army store still had those gray boots. If they're still there the next time I go, I might have to just give up and buy them.
Went to the grocery store for cupcake supplies. Bought cheese filled pretzel sticks on a whim for dinner. Oh, hello there tummy.
Made cupcakes - molten chocolate with a cinnamon cream glaze. The cupcake itself is rather tasty, and gooey delicious, but I think I cooked the glaze for too long. Its kind of chunky, and when I spoon it over the cupcake, it sort of just looks like I puked all over it. I'll have to ask Alex his opinion when he gets home. I could probably just leave them how they are, or maybe use some of that leftover fudge frosting I have from Monday. I was going to bring some to the guys downstairs in exchange for them watching for Alex's package while we're away, but they weren't home when I knocked. And now I'm glad, because if someone gave me what appeared to be vomit cakes, I would consider smashing their package.
Packed for tomorrow, so we can leave ASAP. Boo hiss Alex working until 3 and me having to work on Saturday. Oh well. My only real goal while we're home is to go out for chicken dinner at Mary's tomorrow night. I haven't really found a replacement here yet (nor have I really been actively looking).
Now I'm simply waiting for Alex to return, while catching up on 'House' and not doing my baking dishes.

I really waste my days off.
 

MyHeritage: Celebrity Collage - Family photos - Family tree picture

That was stupid.
Hey! You look like all these people when they're wearing glasses.
Yeah, okay.
But sure, I'll look like Penelope Cruz. She's pretty much drenched in sex.
I don't believe it one bit, but sure.

Then we wandered downtown to the army surplus store, which was so packed full of stuff you could hardly move (but in the best way possible). Alex found a great sweater for 5 bucks, and I lusted over some gray cowboy boots that I didn't really need. Tyler also found boots of his dreams here, but they were not in his size. Now he knows the heartache I felt earlier.
Now I know where to find a great navy blue fisherman's hat, and cool navy patches, for when I find that perfect navy blue cardigan.
Navy navy navy.
I also think I'm going to go back and buy the army pajamas - onesies! I didn't check to see if they had a hatchback, but I'm crossing my fingers. I'll probably dye them bright yellow or red, and get a pair a bunny slippers. Slumber party time!

For lunch we went to Patty Burger, since I was craving a great big cheeseburger with lots of pickles.
While we were inside, the wonderfully crazy old man from the Oriental/Beans & Barley/the entire Eastside strolled past and waved to us.
I love him and his rant about sexy movies.

Alex headed off to work, I took Annie for a walk, and then I went to plasma, where Dr. Mario asked me if I was hiding a tommy gun in my trench. Plasma patients are pretty sketchy, but plasma staff is pretty rad.

Grocery shopping for dinner tomorrow (I'm going to attempt to recreate the tastiness of Noodle's & Co. pasta fresca) and for cupcakes for Monday's Iron Cupcake challenge (cereal!).

Since we don't have a wireless router yet, and I needed to do some work on my lappy, I walked to Fuel Cafe, where I consumed a tasty Apple Raspberry Odwalla and listened to the Juno soundtrack.

I trimmed Annie's nails for the first time, and hit the quick twice. The first time, I didn't realize it, and had actually cracked my own nail in the process, so I turned away to tend to that. When I turned back around, she was bleeding all over the couch. And since she's white, it looked like she was gushing blood everywhere (kind of like when you have a cut in your mouth and the blood mixes with saliva and makes it look worse than it really is...kind of). I'm a terrible mother.

Now its laundry time. Huzzah huzzah.