Hello people

Life is very busy right now. Probably no busier for me than it is for you, but still busy none the less. And perhaps you're better than me and you're writing has not ever taken a dip no matter how busy you are. Stop judging me. I mean it!

"Oh! You fixed me spine!" If you've seen it, you know what I'm talking about.

I'm going to interview a comic book shop owner for a semester long class project. The good news; it may not be so bad. The bad news; I actually have to conduct this interview, which involved strangers, which, let's be honest, is not my forte.

My little brother has a girlfriend. A real, seems kinda serious girlfriend. I am dealing. Kind of.

We're circling our closing date on the new house. 60 days. Um, that's terrifying.

Summer appears to have arrived. It is hot. I actually felt a little grateful today that it was only 90 something degrees. Because I know that it seems counterintuitive, but there is a difference between 90 and 100 degrees. And 120 degrees.

I had my first incident of jealousy with JB this week. Well, first bout of irrational jealousy. It was weird, and I would prefer not to do that again.

Sex Bomb - Best Figure Skating EVER!

Today

Things that happened today:

We went to the Phoenix zoo.

We saw a newly born gazelle at the Phoenix zoo. It had been born at 12:03 pm, and we happened to walk by the exhibit 2 hours later as the mother was eating the afterbirth. As it was coming out of her vagina. I'm trying to be mature about this but it was difficult considering we had
just been violated by . . .

The male baboon in the baboon exhibit pleasuring himself to orgasm. He came over and sat directly in front of my step brother when we were looking in the glass. He then started pulling away, and next thing I know, 15 seconds later he was done. I'm pretty sure that he was making eye contact the whole time with my step brother.

There was a TON of awesome stuff at the zoo. Giraffes, turtles, tortoises, meerkats, wolves, owls, elephants, rhinos, lions, tigers, bears, and a bunch of others. It was great, our whole family was there, and it was a beautiful day.

Also, we started out the day having Easter Brunch at "A Different Point of View" at the Pointe. It was delicious, probably the best breakfast that I've ever had. And, just for the record, JB loves mimosas. Which is great, because a mimosa is a morning drink, and that just means that we can start drinking earlier in the day now.

"I don't want to talk to my kid!"

Ugh, that's not sisterhood

OK, how much do I hate those new "blond vs. brunette" commercials? I think they're for Sunsilk, but I could be wrong, and I hate them enough to not want to Google to find out. Have you seen them? They're the ones where blond women and brunette women are fighting, talking badly about each other, and overall trying to get the camera's attention. There's even one part where a blond says, "Nothing kills an after party like a pack of brunettes" and another where a brunette says something to the effect that brunettes are better because they can read. I hate them. I hate whoever thought it up. I hate that there are actresses who took the parts, even though they may have been starving actresses who needed the
money. I hate that again there are products being marketed on women tearing other women apart, that this is on the basis of looks, that we're supposed to laugh at it like it's not a big deal, thus confirming the patriarchy has succeeded again in undermining women a little bit.

I am crazy, but only sometimes.

I had some delicious Jamba Juice yesterday for lunch. While I was there, the guy asked me if I would like a free sample of their new all fruit smoothie, something with something something and pomegranate. And I replied, "Hell yeah!" because I am a sucker for anything pomegranate. Were we not conserving currency at TeamHyperboles HQ, we would be bathing in Pom. So I tried the sample, and it was delicious like I thought it would be, as most things Jamba are. The sample came in this supercute Jamba sample cup. I liked the cup, so I took it back to work with me. However, I'm sitting here at work with the cup. It's really too small to do anything with, other than serve samples. I am confused as to why I ever thought it was a good idea to bring trash back to work. Even if it is cute miniature trash, it's still trash.

New Stage

As of Friday evening, I removed my tongue piercing. It was bothering me, and I took it out because I was frustrated, and because I didn't feel immediately naked and awkward without it, I left it out.

Now it is too late to put it back in. If I want to wear one now, I will have to get it re-pierced. I am a little sad, it's a big change for me after 9 years, but it's probably time. I'm not as sad as I could be, and am mostly over it. It was a conscious decision to make a change, move into a new stage. It may not mean much to most people, but it means something to me. It changes how I eat, what I do when I'm thinking or bored, even how I make out with JB.

Mostly I wonder if, in five years, the sixteen year old in my will recognize myself. Or, will she bang on the inside of my eyeballs and scream, "Hey, let me out of here!"