I survive meetings by doodling pretty much the entire time.
|Step aside, Picasso.|
Today's meeting was basically a 1.5 hour bitch fest that I really had no involvement in. It was super fun, as you can imagine. Why would anyone want to work from home when you can have angry meeting fun??
I have melasma.
|No, this isn't me. But she's got it too.|
Kara eluded to this affliction in her post yesterday, but she was referring to it as it happens to women during pregnancy. I'm just so damn lucky that I got it from birth control, which I had to start taking for medical reasons. It wasn't enough that I had bad acne in highschool and now have scars from that, but I'm also inflicted with this lovely condition. Ain't nature grand? Sunscreen is my BFF. If I were to go without it, my face would look...well...dirty. I've had people tell me I should have taken my sunglasses off because I have raccoon eyes. Yeah, it's not a sunglasses tan, jerk.
Am I the only one who finds political signs really effing pointless?
|Honey Badger would totally win.|
I was never like, "ohhh! Ok, well since I've now seen 569 of YOUR choice of candidate's signs, I'm voting for him instead." Same goes for political bumper stickers on cars. I don't know about you, but I like to give people the least amount of ammunition to key my car as possible.
I have a neighbor who puts an Easy Walk harness on his dog wrong. As the owner and user of said harness, it looks completely ridiculous. I really want to tell him it's wrong, but we're now four months into my living here and I feel like telling him now would be a huge hit to his ego and/or result in the keying of my car.
Clearly I'm slightly paranoid at the possibility of someone keying my car.
Wounds fascinate me. I can't stand watching a needle or scalpel puncture skin, but the aftermath is so intriguing. I almost passed out at the thought of having two moles shaved off, but the resulting wounds were pretty cool.
THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!