Insomnia has set in, and I have bathed myself in it. I took the opportunity to catch up on some reading, which of course means that I just had to pop in on J to see how she's doing. I came back with an overwhelming feeling of, well, of "feel good". So, I'm happy to announce that her latest post has my nomination for Feel Good Post Of The Year.

Seriously.

Go read it and tell me you don't wish you had a sister. Or, at least a sister like you were like that with.

Or, at least a mom who would bankroll your lewd and lacivious activities.

In a previous post, I mentioned that I had decided my chosen profession was not yielding enough monetarily? Well, I'm proud to say I've taken the first step to remedy that little problem. I am now an enrollee in the 1st 4 prerequisites that shall one day in the not so distant future make me a bonafied RN. Not that I want that title, I think it sucks, or actually, what I've seen of it sucks. In my area, the RN's sit on their considerable asses or walk around aimlessly holding a clipboard so as to look busy, but in actuality do NOTHING, and then have the audacity to take credit for what I'VE done. However, it's the next rung on the ladder of the coveted Bachelor's degree, so it must be done.

You may now shalom me.


From the "Cut-N-Paste-From-The-Car" conversation files...

Riding home from work:
Runt: You know what I love?
Me: What?
Runt: Money.
Me: What's that saying about the love of money?

(thinking)

Me: It was like a bible verse or something.

(still thinking)

Me: Oh...I remember. 'For the love of money is the root of all evil.' Right?
Fella (chimes in): I thought that was women.
Me: [Censored]

Driving home from a date:
Fella: Mmm.. (taking a drink) this is pretty good. Never had this before.
Me: What is it? Let me try it.
Fella: (Reading outside of bottle) It's called 'tangelo'. (pronounced tangle-oh)
Not bad huh?
Me: Yeah. It's good, but it's all a crock. It's just orange with a dressed-up name. They just put these new fancy names on these new drinks for promotion and novelty. Something new to buy, something you haven't heard of, so you buy it. You know what I mean, it's all a 'façade' (pronounced fuh-kaid).