Cloak of Invisibility

Sometimes I wish I could fade into invisibility. No fuss, no fanfare, just quietly fade away (from the internet, I mean). Disappear myself. Relax away from reading about perfect lives and food pictures and lolcatz and "too funny!" comments on the most unfunny of posts. Relief from petty envy. Of course then I think that no one would ever notice that I was gone and worse, no one would miss me. Or if they did eventually notice, it would be like "hey, whatever happened to that one girl? You know, hated everyone, weird, sometimes funny...what was her name?" Then my ego goes all Breakfast Clubby and starts singing "DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME!" and yelling "I AM HERE! I AM HERE! I AM HERE!" much like the Whos whom Horton hears.
HEY I HAVE VERY COMPLEX EMOTIONS.

Getting personal

My friend Lisa said that I should write something about her during my "one paragraph per day" challenge. I told her I wasn't sure I could come up with a whole paragraph or maybe even a whole sentence past "Lisa sucks". But in order to prevent much whining (like she does whenever she doesn't get her own personal ringtone on my phone), I guess I can tell you that she's probably one of the best people I've ever met - she's generous to a fault and she can be sort of mean and very sarcastic and of course you know I like that in person. If she were an animal, she'd be a bulldog because she does NOT LET (the Guinness*) GO. That can be sort of bad if she's on the wrong track, but mostly it's a very good thing except if she's nagging. Also? She's really pretty and she lets me say rude things to her in texts. She exercises a lot which makes me hate her a little, but she makes up for it by not reminding me that I'm fat and lazy. She's a good houseguest too, except when she makes me fetch her coffee like eleventy-three times per day. But I guess I love her anyway. Mostly.
Don't be jealous because I didn't write about you - she asked, you didn't. Also she is an attention hoor.

*inside joke

Stream Of Consciousness - A brief & uncensored peek into my brain.

I dare you to try it. Close your eyes like you're preparing to meditate and just type whatever floats across your mind. No peeking! Ready? Okay. Now what? I can't think of anything because I'm tryig to think of something. I think this is why I stopped blogging. No, actually I think I stopped because I started making more friends and then my family started reading and I started caring what people thought. I mean I've always sort of cared what people think about what I write, but I don't get all weird about it because I typically try to offset my bitchiness with a litle humor and oh shit I think I just made a typo. OMG what if my fingers were on the wrong keys all along and this is a bunch of gibberish? Did I spell gibberish correctly? I wnat to peek but I won't cheat. OH cheating. I could write something about that. This will probably be the longest paragraph ever, sort of like one of Danielle Steele's paragraphs only without eleventy three commas per sentence. But she makes millions so I guess maybe I should try doing things her way. I wonder if anyone else ever picks up a Danielle Steele book and thinks well, I wonder who is giong to die or get maimed first? Because that seems to be a recurring theme, not to mention all the broken hearts that happen. Where was I going with that? Diphenhydramine. I don't even know what that is or why I just htought of it. I wonder if I spelled it correctly? WTF am I even thinking about? I am clearly a lunatic.

Your turn - I triple-dog dare you.

It's like my own little Ego Wall.

Sort of like getting a gold star.
No wait, it IS getting a gold star.

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Stuff I said that other people liked:

Favotter
and
Favrd

I check these sites every week because yes, I am exactly that needy.

Divided by fours

One of my newest pals, the lovely Smiler, has chosen to ignore my anti-social tendencies tagged me with a Foursome. (that sort of sounds dirty. I like it)

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The Four Meme.



4 jobs I've had:
Waitress
Telemarketer (I know! Ick! I was only 20)
Hotel General Manager (Studio 6, La Quinta Inn)
Writer/Photographer

4 movies I love to watch over and over:
Sense and Sensibility
Waiting For Guffman
The Big Chill
Monty Python and the Holy Grail

4 places I have lived:
Luther, Oklahoma
Edmond, Oklahoma
Jones, Oklahoma
Midwest City, Oklahoma

4 TV shows I enjoy watching:
Grey's Anatomy
The Amazing Race
Hell's Kitchen (and Kitchen Nightmares, I loves me some Gordon Ramsay! YUM)
Boston Legal

4 places I have been:
Disney Land (CA)
Disney World (FL)
New Orleans, LA
6th St. in Austin, TX


4 websites I visit daily:
Bloglines (how ELSE could I lurk you all?)
Facebook
eBay (no, it's for my JOB!)
iGoogle


4 favorite foods:
General Tso's chicken
My dad's homemade lemonade pie
Pimiento cheese
Ice cream. Any ice cream.

4 places I would rather be:
On a beach in the Carribbean
Visiting the home of anyone on my blogroll
In a snuggly log cabin in the mountains
In bed

4 blogs I'm tagging:
You
You
You and
you

Should you decide to accept this mission, please leave me a comment so that I may come and admire your work.

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That is all.
Have a day.