It’s too fucking hot, all the time.
And you know what else? It marks three months and five days since I last posted an entry on here… I find it seriously depressing that I can’t even motivate myself to blab in blog form. The whole idea of this was to unblock myself, write through the block, and really, I structured it in a way that would allow me to pretty much bitch about anything I’d like.
And I love to bitch.
What I’m trying to say is, I think I’m back, y’all.
Fuck fuck fuck!
Just want to lie here all day, and play around on the computer, and listen to Taylor breathing (oh she looks so cute this morning!).
Do not want to get up and clean, but it is almost afternoon and the clock is starting to nag, and so is my rumbling tummy. I guess I’ll make some oatmeal and do some dishes, give the cat her morning inhaler, and try to motivate myself to shove my clothes (which have been flung about everywhere) into a bag or two, or three.
Ugh, housesitting. So lovely until you have to give the house back.
71 words per minute with only an average of 5.0 mistakes per minute? That’s my all-time record! At least, that I can recall.
Oooh for some reason, there is almost nothing more fun than taking typing tests on this lazy day. Well, not entirely lazy! I did make a delicious scramble for breakfast, and a loaf of cinnamon bread, and I helped Mariah make a piece out of an apple! And then when were done smoking out of it, we ate it! (Actually less exciting than it sounds, the deliciously cold, crispy sweetness of the Gala apple does not mask the smoky, resin flavor well. Yuck).
Anyway, as Casey and I were sitting around being assholes to one another and applying for jobs, we came across a few secretarial positions (is office assistant the P.C. term now?) that required the ability to type at least 45 wpm (words per minute, just in case you weren’t sure). So we’ve been taking typing tests, and, of course, I’ve been winning. Heh, heh. Steadily moving up from 60 wpm to 65 wpm to 66 to 68 and finally! 71 wpm! A glorious triumph!
Oh God, I really do need a job.