Sometimes work is CRAZY, and sometimes it's not. I love it when it's busy and HATE when it's slow.
Sometimes I just have a HUGE overwhelming urge to make and eat a whole giant mixing bowl of chocolate Jello pudding, fresh from the cold cold fridge. It just tastes to me like velvet would taste. Sometimes I imagine sprinkling fresh raspberries on top, along with a nice big dollop of Cool Whip. Usually at that point I wish I actually HAD fresh raspberries and cool whip on hand. I never do. I should keep them on hand for just such an emergency. They should be in the fridge in a glass box with a hammer that says "break in case of emergency".
Sometimes I go to websites that have cute clothes, and I put EVERYTHING I want in the cart, and then at the end I just close the whole thing without buying anything. It's my equivalent of window shopping, without actually having to go to the mall. I don't like the mall because of those aggressive sales people who work at the kiosks that sell weird things like fake hair extensions, and electronic cigarettes, and bejeweled cell phone cases that instantly make your phone three times thicker once you put it on.
Sometimes I just like to talk to my mom. Even if it's just for a minute on the way home.
Sometimes I wish we lived with the characters from "New Girl". Zooey Deschanel is adorkable, and I love that.
Sometimes I have CRAZY dreams. I had a dream last week that my coworkers showed up in my office carrying their dogs, telling me that they were giving me their dogs to keep since they were too busy. Crazy. Last night I had a crazy dream that Kevin and I were house hunting (what?) and somehow we ended up looking at what was quite possibly the most awesome apartment in Oakville (Ontario, where I am from). Except the whole place was decorated all dark and masculine with leather and dark walls and stuff. But in my dream I was psyched about painting the whole place shades of pale aqua and light gray. I was going to plant marigolds and basil on the balcony. Also I was going to find two cute chaise lounge chairs to sit opposite each other facing in opposite directions so Kev and I could chill out but be facing each other. I'm not sure what the dream meant.
Also in the dream there was a baby nursery decorated with boy colors, but the closet was full of pink baby clothes. Maybe that means our future child will have gender confusion issues. I don't really know.
Sometimes I realize that I'm scared of making pie crust. Joy the Baker makes it seem so easy, but I think she's just a pie crust Jedi who makes everything look easy.
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Diana
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