As much as I want to, I can't forget the way you made me feel.
I can't forget the way you made me feel.
Not like, happy, or sad,
Just the fact that I did.

"Look at him. He's the size of my right breast. I highly doubt he could kill anyone with a bayonet." -me, re: Harold from Harold and Maude, during "movies-and-a-forty" night.

I had a great weekend celebrating my dad's 50th birthday. He had about 50 of his friends (how appropriate) and family over and there was good food and good wine and laughter and drinking and talking and such. I hope to have such good fortune in my future; in fact, it's something I think about all the time. My parents will celebrate their 25th anniversary in a couple of weeks, and that, too, is something that haunts me in a good way. I should only hope to be so lucky.

Aye caramba. So much quality blog writing going on out there. It's killing me!

AbercrombieBoyXL: what kind of hobby are you looking at?
AbercrombieBoyXL: ?
AbercrombieBoyXL: something you can do at home?
linds1982smith: something to pass the time
linds1982smith: that does not involve drinking/getting fat
AbercrombieBoyXL: hmmm
AbercrombieBoyXL: you could just be a geek
AbercrombieBoyXL: build computers
linds1982smith: all that is computers is waaaay over my head... i had a co-worker try to teach me Access (i know, completely unrelated to building computers, but bear with me) this summer and after he started with "define the variable by doing this..." my eyes just glassed over and all i could think about was how hot computer geeks are
AbercrombieBoyXL: hahahahah
AbercrombieBoyXL: so you jumped access boy
AbercrombieBoyXL: which is what he wanted
AbercrombieBoyXL: because he was making the shit up anyway

Friday night was interesting; we played Truth or Dare, which really should be renamed Tell Everyone Anything They Want to Know About Your Sex Life (Or Lack Thereof). One guy was just lamenting about how great it is to be single, that after the end of a three year relationship last fall, it felt great to not have to answer to anybody.

"The grass is always greener," I started to say. Someone interrupted me, not rudely though. I never really finished my thought, but it didn't really need an ending I guess. The grass is always greener.

I think I flirted today. No, I definately flirted today.

This blog made me burst into silent tears - I'm not a sobber - after a really shitty day of work. I don't know this girl, I don't even know how I came across her blog, but I read it all the time and this one struck a chord. Except where she mentions "why can't I do this in my workplace if I can do it in relationships?" - cuz see, I can't do that in ANY aspect of my life!

Baby steps, Lindsay, Baby Steps...

JACK!! was it Fern Gully!?

you know.