Who knew?

I stumbled upon this randomly, and was quite intrigued. My peeps have been pretty innovative, AND they make awesome beer and whiskey.
I, for one, am VERY happy for the toilet invention.
Top 10 Things Invented In Scotland
(Sorry...it's bing.)

I have NO idea...

Yup...I've reached that place. The WTF place. I actually don't know anything about anything, and it's kind of nice in ways. Sort of. 8-/
I have definites, don't get me wrong...I mean..I KNOW quite a bit. But, that's all the big stuff...the big picture. The rest...goodlord.
The little picture is getting weirder by the day, and I can't do anything about it.
Except drink some. And listen to music. And go into my room and sleep when possible. And coffee...sometimes cakeballs.

I am planning to get a tattoo in the next couple of weeks, and in the meantime I've been bored and impatient. Work is difficult and busy, but I've decided to take it easy as much as possible and just do my best to NOT be quite as OCD and workaholic as I have been for the last seven years. I'm actually almost slacking, which is SO not me. I take long lunches, I hang out at Starbuck's, I take extra breaks, and I have been doodling quite a bit. I even doodle on myself, because (as I stated before) I'm impatient. I've even gotten my coworker into doodling on HERself..hahaa. And I have examples:




Yes...I'm THAT bored.
(And..wow...is my skin looking old??? Crap.)

Ah...the randomness...
And...not. *sigh*

Song of the Week #4

I'm really just getting into this band, but I've heard their music for a couple years now, off and on. This one's almost mildly funkeh at times. ;) I heard it this morning on the way to work.

poetry FAIL

:)
But I'm posting it anyway, because I'm a big, cheesy, retarded, pitiful dork in love. You really can't expect anything else from me...

100 pieces of sky

I could write backwards
to when we met
and find you smiling
your crooked grin
upsidedown
naming the stars
haunting cafes alone;
you documented every second
I wasn’t there.
I counted heartbeats
from when you started it
for me..
the number is now
infinite.
I could draw a map
of what I’ll find in your eyes
like a tattoo of certainties
I can’t get right;
I’m already marked
and I know the way..
how do you find the middle?
I’m upsidedown
and smiling
holding back a storm..

I will collect
100 pieces of sky
for every wrong turn,
every time you cried.
I will dispense them
as thoughts
as snow
the smell of magnolias,
your skin in pink fleece;
wrap them in ribbons
until you can sing
to me
and I can write
the end.
I will dispense
crooked grins
with certainties
and document the stars
you light
in heartbeats.


SO disgusting. Really.
If I read this elsewhere, I'd have to go vomit.
:D