Good... And Good for You

...because, honestly, i've got nothing better to talk about that won't send me into a panic spiral. ok. go! utah california oregon washington nevada idaho montana colorado new mexico arizona wyoming hawaii alaska texas massachusetts new york new hampshire new jersey north carolina south carolina rhode island georgia virginia west virginia pennsylvania connecticut delaware maryland tennessee mississippi north dakota south dakota michigan oklahoma ohio iowa missouri louisiana maine alabama arkansas wisconsin kansas illinois florida nebraska time's up. thanks for the break.

a song from my childhood comes to mind. "one of these things is not like the other. one of these things just doesn't belong. can you tell me which thing is not like the other by the time i finish this song" well can you? *i swear this is the last bit of mileage i'll force from the stupid shoulder angel picture. seriously. sigh. i miss having a working scanner. last week, i spent quality time at the outdoor retailer's show . 2007. i sat in a sad little chocolate booth that was as out of place at an outdoorsy trade show as, well, as out of place as i was. it was a total nightmare. but the kind of total nightmare so utterly ridiculous you start laughing in your sleep and then you laugh so hard you snort really loud and you wake yourself up. uh, hypothetically. besides the barrage of sales reps and people in shakas not to mention the creepy sales reps at the shaka booth the only thing worth noting is my continued run ins with the 5 billion people i somehow know. h...

today is the day where i birthday it up kat style . um... and it's also the day i promise to never say that again. remember when i was 25? ya... it was good times. in fact, here are 25 very important things i did as a 25 year old. i took up jogging. i gave up jogging. i bought all the seasons of "arrested development". i lent out all the seasons of "arrested development". repeatedly. i went to the four corners. against my will i designed a "droppings" line. which became hugely popular. making me want to kill myself. i bought a pencil skirt. i threw up for the first time in 15 years. i lost 10 pounds. i feel i should mention the losing of 10 pounds and the throwing up have little to no correlation. i drank approximately 11, 680 oz of diet coke. mmm... that's about 730 pounds. i developed a new voice in my head whose sole purpose is to heckle me every sunday night while i'm feverishly trying to get my quota of ribbons tied. it's awkward. i ...

my dear roommate spent 3 weeks in ghana and came home with a parasite. she's not exactly thrilled, which is why i've tried to keep the snarky comments to a minimum (and trust me i've got a million of 'em!) although i did leave a bag of "gummy parasites" outside her bedroom door for my own amusement. but, see, then my natural curiosity drove me to do some light internet research. which drove me to nausea. which drove me to the grocery store to buy fiber . and a new water bottle. and nothing that could ever conceivably be undercooked. which drove me to my own ir rationale that i should avoid organic food because i need the pesticides. and also i need more diet coke, because if it can clean a toilet, it can clean my intestines. take that tape worms. take that!!