Mildly Insane

That, my friends, is a picture of a buoy.

I took this test on SanityScore.com and found out that I have a sanity level of 58. I'm not sure how sane or insane that makes me, but there it is. Do you ever find yourself lying to quizzes? Like somehow the computer will judge you? I do that. (ie- "Do you ever eat when you're not hungry?" "No..... only CRAZY people do that...")

So I should probably be looking harder for a job. But.... you know. Meh. I'm getting a paycheck once a week, damnit!

Not much else is going on, but I felt like I should blog. Lets see... The stores are all decked-out for Christmas already and its pissing me off. I've been trying to ignore it (using my keen tunnel vision) until at least the week of Thanksgiving. Seriously, I do not need to hear "White Christmas" playing at my QFC on November 1st, still all hungover from Halloween night, thank you.

Also, my foot is falling asleep. And I have a ganglion cyst in my hand. Its this pea-sized bump under my skin and its starting to annoy me. I watched this video on youtube of someone popping one of these and squeezing out the white "vaseline-like" goo. It has piqued my interest.....

Cuban Dexter

James and I have decided (long ago) that Dexter is actually cubano, and he enjoys cuban music, rum-centric drinks, and pulled-pork sandwiches. All while wearing a panama hat.


Yes, we ARE that insane.


(Also- Minerva is a Nordic girl who enjoys hiking, sun-bathing, and sipping martinis while in the city with her friends).