desperately seeking sofa

i am in dire need of a new sofa. for the past few weeks, i've had serious real estate fever and have recently come to the conclusion that this just isn't the right time for me to be buying a house. i think, however, a sofa would be a good compromise... well, maybe not, but it would at least make me a bit more content with my current setting.

sometimes i really hate my brain and wish it wasn't mine anymore. those are the days i could benefit from being a drinker or druggie. alas... one can't change who they are so here i sit... utterly sober and wrestling with my conscience.

i'm getting bored with my job. it's not challenging anymore and i don't forsee any major improvements in the near future. this is typically the time i would pack my bags and move on to a new challenge, but i have a feeling that will soon become detrimental to my career so i'm forcing myself to stick it out for a while longer. but even still, i need to find something to distract me. (or maybe "someone"... if you know what i mean)

i have to go check on my laundry.

ok! clothes are in the dryer... (in case you were concerned)

i wonder if i won the lottery. i probably did... i bought two tickets so one of them should definitely be the winner. and i also bought one of those "PayDay" tickets. don't ask... someone talked me into buying lottery tickets this week. i never buy 'em... but i could use a few million dollars so i figured it was a good investment. i'll have to try to remember to cash my ticket in tomorrow and collect my cheque(s).

i'm not as nimble as i used to be. last week, i had to take a day off of work because my ass was sore. before you start to jump to disgusting conclusions, let me just firstly say "shut up," and secondly, it wasn't really my ass. i believe it was my tailbone - which, yes, i guess you could consider the tailbone within the ass viscinity. anyway, the doctor said it was a pulled muscle, but i think she was drunk when she made that diagnosis. i asked for a second opinion, but she wouldn't give me one.

this posting is no fun at all. so how about this:

probably to a shark, about the funniest thing there is, is a wounded seal trying to swim to shore, because WHERE DOES HE THINK HE'S GOING?!

any time i see something screech across a room and latch onto some guys neck, and the guy screams and tries to get it off, i have to laugh because WHAT IS THAT THING?