Stars have their moments.

[giddygeek]

I was thinking the other day--I really want to smack Britney. I mean, really. Like, there's something about the way she carries herself that bothers me and has bothered me since the first time I saw her first video. It might just be that we're the same age and I soooo wish I could look like her, but, you know. Don't think it is, because I feel that randomly about people. I like almost everyone, I really do, but one person out of a thousand will have something in their face that makes me irrationally angry. And yet, on the other hand, I want to bring Christina over to my mom's house for dinner and cookies and a hand-knitted sweater. I want to adopt her.

There seems to be an inequality there.

I suppose I could grit my teeth and have my mom feed Britney and knit her a sweater too (as opposed to smacking Christina because I am pretty damn sure she could kick my ass quite thoroughly). But. I mean--

What I mean is, sometimes I'm so bored that I think about things like that. No no, more than think. Worry. *G* Someone should really save me from myself.

We went to look at another apartment today. This one was. Interesting. It was on the second floor of an old mansion, which was actually the first building completed in the town where my mom lives.

Pluses--window seats, kind of. Ledges that are almost two feet deep anyway because that's how thick the outside walls are. Nice closet space. A spiralled staircase leading to the second floor. Old-fashioned wood flooring in the hallways that creaked in a way I loved. Character all over the place. Near my mom's house and Kerri's house and all sorts of other good places. OK rent.

Negatives--the building's exterior is very run-down as the owners are older and have had health problems. Like, cracked/missing panes of glass around the front door type run down. Like, it looks like a dump. Also, it's in a borderline area of town. My stepfather said, if it was on the other side of the street? It'd be in the slum. That borderline. For sure, no blasting the music as there probably aren't pop music fans in the building. ;-) There isn't a bathtub, just a shower stall, which I have here and hate. The kitchen counters are orange. No pets, so my cats can't enjoy those windowseats.

Sigh. I really hate this apartment crap. But the pluses outweigh the negatives, so far. I dunno.

Tomorrow is my sixth day at work. For the seventh week, it is my sixth day at work. Last week I had two days off because I called in on Saturday. I'm missing some possibly kick-ass parties in New Hampshire. Missing these parties made me realize that I need to make new friends as the old friends are possibly going to get sick of me. Probably. Probably are sick of me. But I dislike meeting new people, dislike it intensely, am practically. Well, ok, am well and truly phobic. Meeting new people every day at work is draining to the point where I feel I might possibly need a visit from the Celexa fairy.

I shut my hair in the car door today. *wince*

I bought a pink knitted hat and pink gloves with purple hearts, for 4$, at the grocery store. My mom was with me. She said they were horrible, so into the basket they went! The sad thing is that it's a set made for little kids and my head doesn't fit in the hat. However, my hands fit in the gloves.

I also bought 3lbs of M&M's. Mom didn't have any candy dishes big enough at her house, so me and my stepfather washed out a vase. She laughed. Jim and I think it was a sound plan, but we accidently spilled all the M&M's on the floor while we were trying to open the bag. Do you guys have any idea how many are in 3lbs? How hard they are to pick up? Good Lord.

Also, Jim was strangely vampiric in his need to count them as he picked them up--isn't that a vampire warding thing, spilling seeds or buttons or something? And then the vampire is compelled to pick them up and count them? I almost went for the mirror but then I realized--they only have one mirror, and it's in the bathroom and it's set at a weird height. It's almost impossible to see your reflection in it! Also, he has a lot of beard and I don't think I've seen his teeth since the last time he was clean-shaven. I consider it possible that just in time for Halloween, I have discovered that my much-loved stepfather is actually among the undead. *nod*

I might possibly have decided that recent reports of Chris in NY can mean only one thing--he and Lance are visiting Joey. Yes. Someone should write about such a thing. At length. With smut. *G*

I really think I like Cry Me A River. Well, mostly. There's like, you guys know that kind of moistclick sound in the background? It reminds me of the alien from Signs. And just about every alien movie ever. Yes. Auditory hallucinations? Naw. You're just not paying enough attention! :)

Go listen again, and then sleep on it. If you have nightmares about aliens, you know who to blame. And it's not me either, it's that Fucker for putting alien voices in his music! *nods* Personally, I'm sleeping with tinfoil wrapped around my head tonight, yes indeedy. *gets out the aluminum*

Good night!

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Oh, Giddy. You, my dear, are certifiable. And I love you for it....