Mood:  irritated

So I had a great topic for my blog today... and I forgot it. I keep waiting for it to come back to me... wait a minute! ... No. Nothing. This worries me, because I'm only 26. If I can't remember things now, what will I be like when I'm 70? Even 40? You'll find me at the ripe old age of 42 wandering around the streets asking people if they know my name. Of course, it could just be all the crack. I kid! All my drugs are the legal prescription kind.

(Damn. I really wish I could remember what I was going to write about! Crack is whack!)

We had a discussion at work the other day about favorite words. My boss Greg's: disambiguation, or a form thereof. I am rather fond of licentious, myself. Wow. If you know what licentious means, you're definitely giggling right now. I basically just called myself a pervert. Licentious is really almost a homophone, meaning, "a word that sounds gay." heh. I'd say my English teachers are now rolling around in their graves, but all my English teachers are still living... so I guess they're rolling around in their suburban living rooms. Now THAT'S licentious!

(I swear, at some point in my life, I was sane. Relatively sane. At the very least, I didn't interject comments like this into my blog, which is already just one running commentary on nothing. I'm like Seinfeld, a blog about nothing.)

Let's get serious here. Uh. Dammit! What the HELL was the topic?

Oh, well, I can at least share that I'm going home for Thanksgiving. YAY!!!! I'm soooooo excited. I didn't think I could go that long without seeing the fam. Yeah, I'm a baby. So what!

Speaking of babies... my little Alyssa is just too cute for words. She's a huge part of the reason why I wanted to go home at Thanksgiving. They just grow up so quickly. And I don't want her to forget her Tita Laura.

Two semi-serious paragraphs in a row. I must be slipping.

Have I mentioned I really want a baby? Have I also mentioned the only guy who hit on me this weekend was married? Yeah. Envy my life.

Later!
Laura

Quote of the Blog
"[To ticket agent] Now look here... [looks at agent's name tag] Jo-LENE. I have an army to raise and I must get to Managua at once. I require a window seat and an in-flight Happy Meal. BUT NO PICKLES. OH, GOD HELP YOU IF I FIND PICKLES." - Stewie, Family Guy