Another blog post title based on a movie quote? Yes, but don’t worry this is not the norm. In fact, referencing 300 and Inception pretty much exhausts my knowledge of current movies. I did try to see Captain America, but apparently movie theaters not only have a problem with bringing outside candy, but they also have a problem with bringing toys of the adult fashion, too. I’m sorry, but if you’re going to show a movie with Chris Evans running around with only a tight, white t-shirt to cover his bulging pecs, then you really must make be prepared for me to lick the fucking movie screen.
And now I forget what I was going to write about.
Oh yeah! I wanted to say hello and welcome to all the newcomers! Thank you so much for stopping by, and especially to the people who decided to stick around for more of my insanity. I think I’m mostly caught up on replying to all of the comments that ya’all have left, too–they were all awesome! Also, a huge thank you to everyone who has checked out the blogs on my blogroll! They are written by incredibly brilliant people, and I’m so thrilled that people are checking them out, too, because I truly do enjoy spreading the blog love. So to the new and veteran follows, I give you a huge group grope hug.
Now off to the entry at hand.
I’ve been doing this Shameless Meme thing for a few weeks now, and since it’s been a while since I satisfied one of the tasks on the list, I’m going to do that today. I’m going to go with number 7 today: Share your efforts at something you don’t think you do well.
I do not do well at functioning without sleep. I can function without sleep, but do I do it well? No way. Not only am I a miserable, cranky bunny when I’m in a sleep deficit, but I’m also determined to make sure that everyone around me is miserable, too. This is not a trait that I developed just when I became an adult with responsibilities and all of that kind of shit that keeps you from sleeping either. My family first became aware of this characteristic when I was only a day old. The nurses in the hospital had woke me up to take my picture (why the fuck they would actually wake up a newborn is beyond me), and I was not a happy camper. The pissy, sulky look that I’m wearing in that baby picture is the one that I’m told still adorns my face when I’m overly tired. I’m also told that I gave my family a number of scares as a toddler because I would be crawling around on the floor playing, and then suddenly fall over. The drop would be so sudden and complete that my grandmother thought that I’d dropped dead the first time she saw it.
The reason that I chose to talk about this today is because I went to a late lunch with my brother yesterday, had a few many margaritas to celebrate my BONing, then came home and slept for about fifteen hours. I almost feel some shame in that but I hardly slept at all last week on top of working a billion hours, so no shame here. The best part? I dreamt that there was a zombie infestation. I know most people would think that was a nightmare, but I enjoyed the fuck out of myself kicking zombie ass!
I’m throwing in this video because it’s short, appropriate, involves animals which I love, and it makes me laugh ’cause I’m easily amused.