Christy The Writer

I called Jackie on my way to work this morning. Woke her up. I knew that would happen if she stayed up last night watching “It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.” I tried to warn her not to get all overstimulated like that, but she just won’t listen.

Speaking of Halloween, a big kiss to my favorite radio station for showing some  originality by playing “Don’t Fear the Reaper” and “Werewolves of London” this morning, instead of those oh – not – that – again – why – don’t – you – just – set – me – on -fire – I’d – enjoy – [...]

The girl in front of me at the DMV today was complaining about the quality of her driver’s license photo.  Evidently she mentally sorted through all the reasons the photo could be bad … her black-and-white striped hair, lobe-stretching earrings, pierced lip, see-through white t-shirt … then blamed the DMV.

I was in the store today when I saw someone I wanted to avoid. I don’t know which was funnier, the fact that I was slipping between aisles and peeking around corners with the music from Mission: Impossible playing in my head, or the fact that when I see someone I’d LOVE to talk to, I [...]

I never should have let Jackie move to Ohio. I knew something like this would happen.

Classes start up again tomorrow after a week off. I realized last night that I’m excited to go back. I have new school supplies all ready to go and I can’t wait to see my new friends. Oh, and also I’m seven now!

Doug brought Munchkins to work today. He just put the box in my office and quietly went away. I love a man who understands me.

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Guy and I are thinking about buying a house. We’ve been renting since we’ve been together, and while I don’t love apartment living, I don’t hate it as much as he does. He calls it “living in a box with other people who are idiots.” It’s that sunny disposition that made me fall for him, actually.

There is one thing I can’t stand hearing someone say when they’re giving a speech, and everyone says it: “I’ll talk about that more later.” Don’t remind me that I’m going to be sitting here listening to you for-freaking-EVER.