Now if I could just remember the lyrics to “Sister Christian.”
I can’t sleep. Well, that’s not exactly true. I fell asleep early and now I am awake at 2 a.m. Texted the non-BF to see if he was up: he either (a) is not awake, or (b) doesn’t want to talk about baby goats.
Got on Facebook and liked a bunch of status updates. Some of them because they were funny; mostly because I like it when someone likes my status update. With “like” being such a positive word, I wonder why so much drama goes on in Facebook?
Didn’t get on Live Cams. All the crazy shit goes down in the middle of the day for me because most of the ones I watch are in Europe. I still don’t know why that guy was working topless.
Speaking of hot, the motherfuckers at the Air Watcher Agency (or whatever they call those people who decide it’s an “orange air day”) are smoking crack. Today wasn’t an Orange Air Day. It was a Black Lung Day. I could barely breathe when I took the dogs outside.
I go on vacation soon. I need it in a very bad way. Note to those who look for houses to break into, I have an alarm system, a dog-sitter who is armed and an anti-kick door thingie. Plus, God looks out for drunks, fools and babies, and I meet two of those requirements. Three, if you count the fact that I am quite immature.
Vacation…I’ve worked during every vacation for the last five and a half years. Laptop there, answering emails, not really enjoying – fully enjoying – the time off. So in essence, it wasn’t actually “time off.”
My company owes me about 17 weeks of paid time off, they way I see it. I’ll settle for being “unreachable” during this one. I’m still taking a laptop, just my own. And I will have my iPad, but I still cannot figure out WordPress on that damned thing. I’ll be connected but I am hoping to be too busy to even give a fuck about checking in.
Thank God I am not staying at a clown hotel like I did last year in Europe. I didn’t sleep the entire time I was there. Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right – here I am, stuck in the middle with bags under my eyes.






Enjoy your vacation. And just because I’m awesome.. here are all the words to Sister Christian… because it was my favorite when I was of the appropriate age to write lyrics on my notebooks and then surround them by hearts and boys names.
Sister Christian
Oh, the time has come
And you know that you’re the only one
To say, okay
Where you going
What you looking for
You know those boys
Don’t want to play no more with you-It’s true
You’re motoring
What’s your price for flight
In finding mister right…You’ll be alright tonight
Babe, you know you’re growing up so fast
And mama’s worrying
That you won’t last
To say… let’s play
Sister Christian
There’s so much in life, don’t you give it up
Before your time is due-it’s true
It’s true, yeah
Motoring
What’s your price for flight?
You’ve got him in your sight and driving thru the night…
What’s your price for flight in finding mister right
You’ll be alright tonight
Thanks <3