[Quotes provided to you today from Bridget Jones' Diary - please equip your British accent, fasten your seatbelts and don't eat the peanuts until we've landed]

I'm about to zip into warp speed from the amount of caffeine I've drank so far today. The two large cups of Folgers were the starter, but the Mountain Dew really kicked things off. The lines of reality are blurring. Captain's Log: "Bug Star date 1205.60.01. We have...(dramatic pause) reached the... (dramatic pause) land of the...red shirts."

"Mother, I do not need a blind date. Particularly not with some verbally incontinent spinster who drinks like a fish, smokes like a chimney and dresses like her mother."

I caught myself singing along like a mad woman to the radio while I was driving to get my lunch. After screeching out the lyrics of an 80's song at the stop light, I turned to my right and saw the () faces of my fellow drivers peering back at me. Either they were close to committing me for my jubilant belting or about to shoot.

"Bridget [to audience]: Here is the man we like to call Mr., uh,
Bridget [to herself]: Titspervert. Titspervert.
Bridget [to audience]: Fitzherbert. Because...uh...that is his name."

Regardless, the light turned green and I decided either potential outcome was rather unacceptable. I would prefer to be neither shot nor committed for singing (poorly) to music in my car during the work week.

Upon my triumphant (and physically whole though mentally unsound) return to work, I was struck by an epiphany. Suddenly, I knew how the world could attain peace and solidarity.

"This calls for some really tiny knickers!"

I finally broke down and purchased a new pair of glasses with transition lenses. They're wonderful outside because they automatically change into sunglasses based upon the intensity of the sunlight. However, there is a downside: Going back inside and stumbling blindly around while waiting for them to readjust which can take upward to almost ten minutes in some cases.

"So tell me, what's it like living in a constant haze of stupidity?" - Hiei (Yu Yu Hakusho)

I went to bed at midnight last night. When I finally dragged out of bed and was on my way to work, I realized that I had left my slippers on: Pink, fuzzy and with blue monkeys holding bananas on the top. Somehow, I don't think they would be considered business casual.

"*bursts into tears* I can't talk about it! It's so horrible! They were-- they were-- the milk! Oh God, the milk!" - Ken Hidaka (Wiess Kreuz)

Luckily, I had a pair of sandals in my car that I was able to slip on before heading into the office. Though, I must admit it was tempting to leave the slippers on.

"I don't like it! It smells girly!" - Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho)



On a bright side, I followed Whisper's Threadless.com advice and found a shirt that demanded purchase. Anything that reads "Shakespeare hates your emo poems" must be worn at all available opportunities.

"I came to laugh at you!" - Chars Aznabal (Gundam)

I beg the question as to why my box of California Sun Dried Raisins is giving me relationship advice.

No, I am not schizophrenic and under the assumption that my California Raisins care about my eventual marriagable state. Nor do they burst forth in anthropomorphic life-size form and proceed to sing, dance and enact Christmas carols in my living room.

The closing flap on the lid of my box of raisins reads, "All relationships have their ups and downs".



Thank you, Dr. Phil in a box.

I've made a lot of mistakes in my life. I know that this is the case with everyone. It's a process. You can't grow as a person without making a mistake. Some fall into categories that you can look back on and laugh, while others are difficult, nigh impossible, to surpass.

For a moment of introspection, I will admit that I have a tendency to ignore my mistakes on a person to person level. Acknowledging them is hard to do and in many causes I take the cowards way out - ignore it, pretend it never happened.

The past year I learned a lot about the necessity of stepping up to your mistake and staring at it eye to eye without flinching (maybe a wince, however). Perhaps more than a wince, perhaps a full fledged shudder should be in order.

Unfortunately, I realize that there are some mistakes that a person can make that they can't recover from. I'm talking about the mistakes that cause others emotional pain. For them, it may deaden over time, but the damage done will always remain, lodged somewhere in their psyche.

I decided this year that for every wrong I have made, I want to try and correct it as best I can. And even if I can't make it "go away", I can at least acknowledge it - as hard as that may be. Sadly, in some cases, it's all I can do. But, I'm trying and I hope that counts for something.

And now, it's time for a new picture.

Haha! No picture for you! I lied!

I felt immeasurable guilt for lying (not really). So, I give unto you (Jonesy, for buying that 20" widescreen flat panel monitor and usurping the beauty of my own wee 17")...The Hate of Kitty

My blog has gotten a serious makeover and it's all thanks to Seven. A big round of applause everyone! I don't know about you, but the orange scheme was getting a bit bland after awhile.

Prank and Whisper: I know you want me to continue the short story that I started and I will. I promise. I'll try and have something up by tomorrow afternoon.