in an octopussy's circus in the shade

What kind of dad nicknames his girl-child Octopussy? There is seriously something wrong with that.

Work's been slow which has been great bc it's allowed me to catch up on my day-dreaming and party planning.

But I'm still waiting for money to fall out of the sky since Husband won't let us use our credit card bc I'm ready to plant plant plant and do more house stuff!

But it's good if we can stay a cash only family as long as we can. Because eventually we'll actually have bills and will need the card. Can't wait for Ireland. Planning and planning but only half-assedly. I need to get on it.

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Either I think about it or I don't, but either way it all comes back to me when I don't want it to.

Represents the aspects of my life I want to be rid of. Purge, shave, scorn but always always must accept.

I wish that when I left, I left it all behind.

My dog won't stop throwing up/diarrhea-ing all over the place. Sick puppy is sad for his mother.

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Let me tell you about my husband, the other Zack Galafinakis.

He's awesome! (even if he isn't really Zack Galafinakis).

I'm at work so I must be quick about things:

He beats the bosses of Zelda for me so I can go around collecting bugs and poes. (po pos)

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We invent words and songs together to sing to our dog and cat children.

He doesn't mind when I'm rolling with the homies, or crashing on their couches.

He likes the art I like. And he likes to buy me art with skulls.

Man got skillz! He pays billz!

We're always introducing each other to things in the world that we know each other would like to often find we're already big fans and have been meaning to tell each other (see Tim and Eric, ATHF, Family Guy, MC Chris, 9/11 jokes, Pj Pants)

He loves me long time!

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So i just totally barely missed having my glasses knocked off, eye lid scratched a la Ralphie in a You'll Shoot Your Eye Out moment when up on returning from coffee I pause to look and smile at the grey terribly butt ass cold day outside and BLAMMO! an icicle falls from the edge of the overhang. Whoops.

So I salute you, coffee guy. Have you ever had those instances where you fight something and fight something and fight something for so long that it starts to not matter anymore. We have our health, we have our wealth, what more does it matter? But I think, even if it might kill me, if I'm smiling on the inside, that'll be the last time you'll see me smile. It's enough that I felt truly happy for you one time. Don't push it.

Snack break! Who loves a brownie?

And to the skank who came in apprently only to tell me I shouldn't wear orange and red together, your mother's a whure. Yes, you heard me. My orange and red rocks, thanksmuch. Slut.

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So I got married, I'm selling my business, I'm working my brain way overtime, we're setting our home up (it's kick ass) but also looking to the future, (all this work, what's then the point?) and I'm trying to fashion on a new career for myself. It's good times but my dreams won't let me go. And they're weird. And they involve people and places I don't want to go visit again or have never visited. Last night, I was being driven by an old boyfriend's little brother in a brand new HUGE shiny copper colored (my guest bathroom that i'm working on currently) Winnebago (supposed to represent how I feel about myself, bright shiny new and huge apparently). And we are all over the road. And he's driving me and all my wedding party girls. And he's swerving and we lose a few girls who get run over, (sorry Amy) but they're fine and we're partying, looking good, having a blast, then I keep seeing him and I'm instantly so angry at him (bc in my dream flashback he's been caught lying to me)(it's been a while, SL, let's let it go now) but I can't and it's his brother that's driving! Life's a bitch! And it's supposed to represent, the whole dream bc I'm "intuitive" that I'm headed in a good new direction and this person reappearing is actually NOT a person I have unfinished business with (sorry AJ) but aspects of my own personality I'm unhappy with. I was unhappy then and still have some of those traits from that time. When I move beyond that behavior/feelings/emoticons, then I'll quit the dreams. And go back to magic carpet flying dreams. I had one of those once, as a kid. It was unbelieveable.

So where to start

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Fingers crossed Fingers crossed. Hey if I got the Jehovah's regulars on my side, what could I possibly lack-a-tack?

So if this is the way it's supposed to be and person, you know who you are, keeps acting the fool and hiding down at the coffee shop, again shame shame you're middle aged!, then I think I could actually find myself in the free and clear and no chains no misery no hating the quotidienne. Wow. What a change indeed. And maybe that's why I'm enjoying such mundane tasks lately. Bookkeeping really is for me! Filing! Bill Paying! I think I could enjoy being a regular ole office manager.Get a lunch break, finally. Get gossip by the water cooler. Get a schedule and to hell with you I've got vacation time coming. People I tell this to think I'm crazy, wanting to try out such a dull avenue, and I could very very well be very very wrong. But for now, it's the light at the end of mytunnel. That I could end up with a desk job.

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I love being married!! Chris gives me this new sense of self-confidence I haven't felt before. Upon wearing a very short -for me- baby doll dress and knee socks, soo cute! Q: Is this skirt too short? A: No, not too short. I don't think it's too short at all.

We just returned from new york where we honeymooned and celebrated our 1 week anniversary with our friends Brenticus and Sarah. We're trying to inventory wedding gifts, write thank you notes, see our friends again, start exercising again, and getting ready to paint the kitchen!!! What a life. I'll gladly take it. It was so good to see everyone at the wedding. I wish there were a way to go back and do it again. Maybe in 10 years. Hell, maybe in 5!!!