Picking scabs

I just realised that I do things that I know will piss me off. I read blogs of people I find obnoxious or self-righteous or egotistical just to get angry about how obnoxious or self-righteous or egotistical they are. [ and no.... if you are on the blogroll, you arent one of those people] Or I watch Extreme Makeover. Or read People magazine. Whats my problem, anyways. Im always going to hate Jessica Simpson-- so why do i read an article about her? To get angry. Thats why.

The funeral procession that has been Calgary the last few days is finally subsiding. People have taken down their little car flags, no one is wearing red ['cept me-- cuz i like red], and sportsbars are cancelling their 'playoff specials'. I think it may be safe for me to wear my jersey again.

I just danced in my office for 5 minutes. Im listening to this internet radiostation that plays hard house. It needed to be done. Irs Friday, its pretty outside and we're going for Margaritas for lunch [ its Cinquo de Mayo]. Sometimes office dancing is necessary.

Im making a list of things I want for my Bday. Im not one of those people who will start an Amazon wishlist, though. Its not my style. Maybe once I have it ready Ill post it though so some people [ read as: Jeremy] know what i want. Although he knows i really want this.