It's all a little bit awkward when you're with me :D

Day 04→ Something you have to forgive someone for.

Like I said, I'm not a grudge holder, but I get randomly mad about the weirdest shit.

When I'm sitting down with my hair up, and someone bumps into my messy bun thingy, causing my head to jerk rapidly from side to side, it makes my eyes pop wide open and causes me to want to jump out of my chair and turn around and punch whoever just did it in the kidney. Seriously, I briefly picture it in my head every time that happens. I think this might be slightly excessive, which is why I just picture it instead of doing it.

When someone walks at me on the street, (you know, when it usually makes you both do that retarded this-way-that-way-oooh-which-way's-it-gonna-be shuffle) I stand completely still and look them dead in the eye with a completely blank face, and wait for them to choose a side instead of doing the tard shuffle. I'm not sure why I react this way, I just do. It seems to scare the crap out of people. Even people that are significantly larger than me. They just don't like it.

Cold Feet, Warm Boobs. [Updated]

I want to make myself a cordless electric Snuggie, and not take it off all winter. I am picturing myself landing an office job and taking phonecalls in said Snuggie, and hailing a cab, or grocery shopping. The possibilities are endless. Take your Snuggie to Work Day. I like the sound of that.

I am such a pansy about cold weather. I have a sudden nap-attack, and leaving the house takes about 400 times more effort because I'm all lethargic. I have been known to stuff those little shake up hand and foot pocket warmer thingers in various places throughout my outfit. I'm not above putting two or four in my bra. I love them. I would date those things. I decided I need ski underwear, and am now on a mission to get some. I don't have an appropriate pair of shoes at the moment, and am still wearing flip flops around. If one more person asks, "Arn't yer feet cold?" Ugh... Subsequent inquiries will be met with a flop to the face. The worst part about wearing flip flops in the winter that I have discovered is that it makes you a foot-fetishist magnet of epic proportions. Since everyone else has their feet safely nestled in the warmth of their boots, my poor, unsuspecting leg-bottoms have been eyeball raped by every creepy hoof-lover in chicagoland.