Stuff That Works For Me

Today I'm happy because Rutha called me a stick figure. She meant it in a nice way. I've been getting very lazy about the way I eat and my activity levels lately, and I've been feeling puffy, but it's nice to know that I'm still perceived as a Skinny Bitch in some circles.

The papers are signed - no longer really my house. Tomorrow I'll have money in the bank. That's nice.

Did you know Ice Cube is 46 years old? DAMN he fine. I'm sorry, but he's just sort of magnetic to me...I had no idea he was pushing 50.

Can I just tell you one of my favourite things in the world? You'll vomit. I promise. Or at least gag a little. When I'm driving and Travis is following me (or I'm following him), which has happened a lot lately due to the move, sometimes we'll pull up to a red light and he'll bolt out of his truck, run to my window, kiss me real fast, and run back to his truck. Last night he did it in a very narrow time frame and the light changed before he even got to me, but he didn't abandon the idea...just ended up kissing me on the chin and hauling ass. Nothing better than a good laugh and a surprise smooch in traffic.

And here's how cynical I am: the first time I saw him get out of his truck at a light and trot up to my window, we were about to get on a toll road and I was already fishing for money by the time he got to me because I figured he just didn't have toll money. We're working on my low expectations.