Feeding The Spiders

A girl, a guy, 2 dogs and some code

Hello? Operator?

January20

I think my body is trying to tell me something.

This morning I woke up and went through my usual routine. I have a cup of green tea EVERY DAY for breakfast. Yeah, so this morning 2 sips in and WHAM. It felt like someone ran a spike through my chest. I couldn’t breathe for a few seconds, for whatever reason. Shock, muscular contractions, death…who knows

This is, unfortunately, not an isolated incident. I think it might be reflux, but I am not sure. Regardless, anytime i eat or drink something now much pain in my chest and throat that shoots through to my back. It doesn’t matter if it’s a pile of tomatoes or if it’s a lump of bread. Pain. It lasts for about 30 minutes. I can function if I have something fizzy to drink because it makes me burp and I feel better and THANK GOD FOR SPRITE.

I had lunch at ABC today…garden vegetable soup…tomato base…stomach currently burning, but no reflux since I drank a big ol cup of sprite alongside. WTH. Seriously.

little known fact…

January18

My absolute favorite artist EVER? That I could listen to forever, hour after hour?
Tracy Chapman.

Standing at the point
The road it cross you down
What is at your back
Which way do you turn
Who will come to find you first
Your devils or your gods

Tracy Chapman - Crossroads

:( = concrete corndog

January18

Drinking: HomeMade Chai
Eating: A Morningstar Farms CornDog
Thinking: “I shouldn’t have cooked my corn dog so long, it’s all hard and chewy.”

I have a request for all my friends out there. I’d like to know if you have an amazon wish list and i’d like for you to email it to me( b u g [at] feedingthespiders [dot] com. They have this thing i just discovered on their site that is a gifting organizer. It’s really quite rad and I’d like to be able to send people presents that they actually … you know… asked for. A novel concept, one that my family has yet to become aware of, I assure you.
You can keep track of birthdays, anniversaries, holidays…etc. AND you can build shopping *wishlists* of your own FOR OTHER PEOPLE. I have Hugo’s Valentines, Anniversary, Halloween, & Christmas lists already started.

Have I ever mentioned to that i love to be psychotically and obnoxiously organized?
Maybe once or twice…

Last night I was sitting around being bored and doing my usual thing. Shopping, browsing, staring at my screen. Then it hit me, I don’t need anything. I don’t even want anything. Why am I doing this? More of my “in the moment” introspection and then i really thought about it and Grim and I had a nice discussion about it.

It’s not the having that I enjoy. Lots of people get stuff and then they enjoy it. I am addicted to wanting. I have some sort of Ikea Nesting Fetish and it’s so hardcore that it’s starting to fuck with me.

I have mentioned previously that since the beginning of the year I’ve been tracking my finances with MS Money 2005. One of the things I really wanted to do this year is get a grip on my shit. Well I see the problem. My actual bills are like [ ] this much of the pie chart and my necessities like tampons and groceries are like [   ] this much of the pie chart and the rest of the pie chart is all over the place.

SO. To curb this idiocy, I decided that I need a hobby. Stat. My interests are as follows: Cooking, eating, sleeping, reading, body building, design, and programming.

Cooking is a no because I will eat myself into oblivion. Eating, ditto. Sleeping, would be nice but being in a coma most of my day isn’t doable. I am constantly reading right now anyway. I have always been interested in taking care of my body. Nutrition, exercise…I find the human body fascinating and how it reacts to food and being pushed to the limit does it for me. I am a virgo, what can i say. I am also a pudgy shy little Bug and going to the gym makes me break out into a cold sweat because I am so self conscious that I won’t go unless I am the ONLY person there. Design, I do this for work … sorta. Programming…ditto.

I guess I would like to do a little of it all. Learn 2 new recipes a week. Go out to a new restaurant once a month. Take a nap in the middle of the day. Read something totally off the wall that I would never have read (ie, a Financial Planning book). Keep up with my vegetarian transition and buy 2nd hand exercise equipment for the house Take a couple courses at UT or Pellissippi. We’re always getting the course catalogs and the ones that you don’t have to have anything prior to taking the class but 2 brain cells bounding about in your noggin interest me. I think i’d make an A++ in wine tasting. :-D

I can do all that but my main focus is going to be my website. Ego much? Not really…I just need an outlet for my creative out bursts that does not involve Target and expertly coordinated fabrics and accessories.

Oh, and I’m going to edit the program I am using to do the crossposting. That BANNER OF DOOM at the top of my LJ posts is not my style and way pushy. Promise to fix it soon!

cat sank

January18

Cross Post Test

check one two three

PING

PONG

vent

January6

Dear Fuckhead Teller,

A deposit is counted as one transaction and your sign says, limit 3 transactions per customer in drive thru. when someone pulls up and you’re sitting there at your chair not doing shit but sucking on a slurpee and they give you a deposit and entering the number of checks in that deposit exceeds your ability to complete the transaction in a timely manner, fucking tell the customer politely to come inside. do not let her sit in her car while you take your sweet fucking time, you slow ass pus-bubble, causing the line behind her to become massive and people to get pissy and then chastise her like a 3 year old for not coming inside. Learn to 10-key you dumbshit, mongoloid, wunderkind.

Bloody knuckles and swearing,

Bug

For the record, I would not normally take a sizable deposit to the drive thru if it were not 1. they were dead and 2. if it’s too big or they are too busy they always tell me and 3. I rarely look at the deposit (not my damn business), i didn’t know it was quite that big. Fucking sorry, First Bank of Hateful Shittedness.

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