I just like seeing you yell monkey. :)

True story, every time I see you respond to one of my posts with the word “monkey” followed by an exclamation point, I smile like a loon. I smile like that, because every time I see a monkey, that’s what I do. I yell out “MONKEY!” like a five year old at the zoo. :P

Yeah, I’m pretty much unemployed. I get like 2 or 3 days a month. WOW, what ever will I do with all that dough? HA *snort*.

Yeah, the drawbacks of unemployment kind of don’t seem so bad when you’re staring down your pillow at 10 in the morning, look over at the alarm clock, and realize there is no reason you have to get up (except that nagging urge to pee, and hey, worse comes to worse, I can change the damn sheets hahahahaewwwwww lol).

But yeah, I love the being able to sleep thing.  I’ve been sleeping a lot. I mean A LOT, a lot. 

Oh, other benefits include the fact that in the past 5 days I’ve:

-taken 3 showers and one shower-fake out.  A shower fake out is where you get naked, turn on the water for the shower, sit on the edge of the tub cause you want to pass out, feel the water and realize that it’s cold and your bed is warm, and simple math says a warm bed is better than a cold shower, and since you’re not an idiot you turn off the water, put your dirty nightgown back on and go to sleep.

- sang a knock-off version of “no hair for my hairbrush” from Veggie-tales, that goes something like  “no pickles for my tummy, no pickles for my tummy, no pickles no where, no fair, no pickles for my tummy” about  a dozen times.

- Held a deeply philosophical conversation with a cat on the qualities of American cheese versus mozzarella.  Obviously I was pro-mozzarella.  (Cats are notorious for being blind when it comes to cheese, they think one is as good as the next, which is sooooo not the case).

- Held an equally philosophical conversation with your cat about the never ending debate between good and evil. Or rather the debate between soft and hard…toilet paper that is. My cats like to join me while I poop, and I sometimes get chatty on the shitter. Ha, and well, Birdy was there trying to destroy my roll of Scott tissue, and somehow we got into a conversation about Scott (the old school stuff that you can see through and feels like sand paper) versus Charmin Ultra Soft. We tried to keep cool heads in our heated debate, but long story short, she’s moving out on Friday, we’ve decided that we can’t just live together knowing that we have such deeply conflicting views on such an important issue. :P

- Wondered about my sanity after I found myself calling one of my cats “Admiral Scragglybutt” and then trying to figure out if it was “Captain” or “Admiral” considering her branch of the military would probably be something that required her not to be near water.

- Watched, and loved, the entire series of Firefly in bed.

- Watched the Serenity movie twice… in bed.

- Watched the second season of Veronica Mars… in bed.

- Watched the first 5 or 6 episodes of Veronic Mars Season 3 in bed.

- Asked my fridge on at least 3 separate occasions if it found me “attractive and/or doable” and then got upset at the silent reply to which I retorted  “what do you know, you’re not even GE”.

- Sniffed my armpit to make sure “that smell’ was the cat’s liter box and not me on at least 3 separate occasions. I am happy to report that only once, was it not the liter box. Hahaha

- Resolved to take more showers, or at the very least increase my deodorant applications.

- Resolved to get a job where I’d get paid to sleep, because I’d be damn good at that kind of job.

- Resolved to go to the store to by pickles…first thing in the morning. (said for the first time last Friday).

- And last but not least, I failed in any new resolutions I undertook in this time period.

But yeah, long story short, this unemployed thing is like the only vacation I’ve ever had… I’ve got music, cinema, good conversation and even dirty French men and everything.  Granted, the dirty French man in this scenario is me. :P hahahaha