SarahC07

about 9 hours ago.

Seriously, I adore this post. PLEASE FREAKIN QUIT.

I abuse my feet. I don't really know how many miles or how long I run on a pair before I chunk them... I do know that It hurts either way for me. Old shoes are more comfortable for me to run in... up to a point AND then it starts to hurt a tiny bit. So, I buy new shoes and for 3 weeks or so I have blisters. Maybe I should start paying more attention. Heh, I should change my running shoes every time I change my toothbrush. 3 months - sounds good to me.

Cheetos or cheese chex mix and/or peanut M&Ms and of course Dr. Pepper...

Hahaha... Oh -it's even worse... my tattoo artist spent a good 20 minutes with me drafting up my next tattoo... which he estimated would cost about 350-400 bucks AND multiple sessions (YES!)... but the guy is an awesome artist and I love what he designed... I'm gonna tweak it a bit and start saving.... but I'm already excited!!!

I want one. Any cool stories? Pictures? Tips? I already know where I'm getting it done - I had a tattoo done there... Advice?

Just butter all the floors...

Hehe... you said volcanologist.

This just seems like a no brainer... Why create a mess?

Since I have a ton on mine, I'll just list a few... Everything is Alright by Motion City Soundtrack Your Disease by Saliva Want You Bad by Offspring Up and Go by The Starting Line Champagne High by Sister Hazel Voices by Saosin Face Down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus The Only Difference Between... by Panic At The Disco The Way You Move by Outkast Million Miles Away by Offspring Champagne Supernova by Oasis Love and Memories by OaR Map of the Problematique by Muse Get Through by Mark Joseph A Million Miles by Lost Prophet Steal My Sunshine by Len Dark Blue by Jack's Mannequin Get Stoned by Hinder Thanks for the Memories by Fall Out Boy Top Gun Theme (good one to run to) Get Up Get Out by Godsmack Ohio by Bowling For Soup Most of my music is not angry music, it's just upbeat... I spend 2 hours working out sometimes... so I gotta have the variety...

Yeah, that's what I wanted to attempt to say - but she did a much better job.

Happy Monday, I got a bad ass new job with a freakin awesome pay raise...

Yeah, I've got the fed income tax bracket down .... thanks I was looking for the extra taxes I'd have to pay because I'm doing contract work...

I'm looking for information on how much of your paycheck is eaten up by taxes when you're doing contract work. I'm a Texas resident. I looked around and couldn't seem to find an answer. Help.

Yeah, I get to take it also. Woohoo!

Aside from the "I just had surgery foot" ... I'm pretty certain my feet would win the ugly feet contest. I just broke in a new pair of running shoes and I have the blisters to show it. 5 of them to be exact... 3 on the right foot and 2 on the left. They're healing, but slowly. And my nails are not painted and ... ew, it's just bad all around.

depending on how open of a mind you have... "How To Make Love Like A Porn Star" by Jenna Jameson was a semi interesting book.... MUST be open-minded to read it though....

Well, as someone has so wonderfully pointed out... Fred is actually a she... so maybe Evelyn is a better name. I think I'm going to escort her outside.

So, at the very least you'll all get a laugh Wednesday morning... So I have this spider living in my apartment - in the corner of my fire place. As I see him every morning while I'm at my desk, I've kind of grown used to him. He's not hurting anything and he's definitely not hurting me. He's made his home and he's chilling. I've named him Fred. Yesterday at work, I told my co-workers about Fred. They already think I'm crazy, so this was just icing on the cake. What kind of spider is he you may wonder? Well I hadn't taken the time to investigate, so I figured he was just a normal old house spider. For my safety, I wanted to rule out the posionious 8 legged friends. So I start googling. Oh yes - Fred is a black widow. ha! Now what?

I don't know if I'm organized... but here a few things I do... My closet is arranged in 2 large groups: casual and work clothes (with a small really formal section in the back)... within those two categories, shirts and pants are seperated... and those categories break down by color, and eventually by long sleeve or short sleeve... I have two laundry baskets on the floor... one for dirty light clothes and one for dirty dark clothes. As far as things in my kitchen go, I have the stuff I use all the time in the top shelves and stuff that I rarely use under the counter tops. My silverware, glasses and plates are all easily accessible from one corner, which also happens to be near the dishwasher. As I'm super busy with work and evening classes, I've also started cooking my meals for the week to come on Sunday. I'm watching what I'm eating and how much I'm spending... so I make a meal plan, shop accordingly and then seperate my meals/snacks into zip loc bags or containers. All of Monday's food goes in one plastic container; I have one container for each work day. This helps control caloric intake AND I spend so much less time preparing food during the week. I eat a ton of produce, so it's pretty easy. However, people tend to think I'm crazy when they see my fridge... I'm just a busy health nut is all. I throw away anything I haven't used in a long time... or that isn't pratical or extremely sentimental. That's all I got for you. I'm curious to see what other people have to say.

I maybe remember something about them getting back together... maybe...

After reading that, I kinda want one.

See BillyVance's "Oops" post...

It'll be interesting to see how this turns out. I can't imagine that many people will say they are the happiest alone, but maybe. It's a toss up for me - between relationship and being alone. I'd argue for being alone by saying that I just haven't been in the right relationship and that I not happy being tied down/committed. I'm not really sure, but I'd like to believe that one day I'll be happiest in a relationship - It'll be the right relationship and I'll want to be committted. One day.

Very unsatisified. Unfinished. Sad that I'm only at the very beginning of discovering who I am (as corny as that sounds).