Silly Things

Anyone who knows me knows that I'm willing to throw away money on 2 things:

1. Cell phones & cell phone accessories

2. Bedding

I can't explain it so don't ask. But odds are, if you go a few weeks without seeing me, the next time you bump into me I'll either have a new phone, new phone cover, or some new bedding.

Those are my things. Some women love shoes or purses... so in the grand scheme of things, my 2 obsessions aren't too terrible.

Anyway someone help me pick out my next cell phone cover:

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or THIS one :)

All covers via Etsy

Favorite Country Song of the Moment

Whitman

"Be curious, not judgmental"

Walt Whitman

Easier said than done I'm afraid. But something to work on nonetheless.

Some Insight

Remember Britney Spears' first big hit "Hit Me Baby (One More Time)"?

Here's the music video for it in case you live under a rock and haven't heard it - pay close attention to the lyrics in the chorus:

"My loneliness is killin' me,

I must confess, I still believe

(still believe!)

When I'm not with you I lose my mind,

Give me a sign,

Hit me baby one more time".

Bernie Taupin she ain't, okay? But still. It's catchy.

Well one weekend in 8th grade, my girlfriends (who shall remain nameless as to save them from the shame) got mad at me and changed up the lyrics.

"My hatredness is killin' me,

I must confess, I hate Alli

(hate Alli!)

When I am with her I lose my mind,

Give me a sign,

I hate Alli all the time".

Now every time I hear the original version of this song, I slink down in my chair a little. 

You have my permission to laugh. 

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Not you, Britney.

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That's right.

Falling Slowly

Tiny Problem

I keep getting emailed by guys from Match who say they're super active and can't sit still and hate wasting daylight. 

Well... bad news fella. I enjoy schnoozing. Don't get me wrong, I'll go to a park on a nice day and I'm all for a (medium-length) bike ride around the neighborhood, but I don't always have to be moving.

I like the great indoors. Sue me.

Next guy who sends me an email asking if I want to meet up to "play disc golf" or to "jog around Forest Park" is getting this as a response:

no thanks

That's Not Normal

 

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