Yep, the girls over at Lux Magazine threw their hands up and surrendered. They let me write for them again.
They’re getting easier and easier to wear down though, I must admit.
And over there, I’m rattling about ONE thing in life I just can’t seem to love to like.
However, let’s be real.
Even though they don’t compare to that ONE thing that I’m rattling about over at Lux…there are a FEW things in life I just can’t seem to love to like.
Having a chicken breast tossed at me during lunch. Uh, huh. Yep. And it was by the restaurant dude. I’ll tell you about that later.
Having a scorpion drop down on me at 12:42 am. From the ceiling. When I’m asleep. In my bed. Yep. I told you about that earlier this week.
The word cuddle. (Not the act…the word itself. It just doesn’t roll off the tongue good.)
When Brad Pitt is mentioned anytime I read something about Jennifer Aniston.
Seeing ‘Happy Birthday’ abbreviated as HBD. (Really? Are you so friggin lazy you can’t jot that shit out?)
Constant reminders from people to vote. The signs all over the parking lots and along the side of the streets are plenty. I can read.
Talk Like a Pirate Day.
This whole 9/10 of a cent stuff at the gas stations.
Women who “forget to eat.” (How does anyone “forget” to eat? I might “forget” to wash clothes. Or shave my legs. Or wave at the neighbors…but “forget” to eat? I don’t hardly think so.)
One dimensional people on Facebook who post on the same subject over and over and over again. (I need variety. And we know it’s all about me.)
(SOMEBODY SHUT ME UP!)
And since it appears I could go on and on…I’ll admit that the one thing I can’t seem to love to like is:
Well, not actually “dating” when it’s the same hot guy who is terribly good to me and appears to have been raised to know how women should be treated.
(Hell, “I” didn’t even know I should be treated this good.)
No. Not that kind of dating. The online kind.
Some love it. And if you do, I’m overjoyed. Tickled. Ecstatic. Weepy. Jealous.
It’s just something I’ve never learned to get all misty over.
And so I’m rattling about it over at Lux Magazine this week.
And that little gem you’ll read over there is true. It did happen. A long time ago…but I think it left a big scar.
On my psyche.
Wait. I’m pretty sure it did.
While yes, there are things I’m not in love with…there are a few things I am in love with.
(OK. ‘In love’ might be stretching it. I’m not that romantic, believe it or not.)
I love Sassy Auto Frames. Sara (who runs the joint) is a doll. Or she is through email. Sweet, sweet girl. And it’s not just auto frames that she does over there. Nope. All kinds of cool stuff. And stuff that is shiney and blingy.
And if I could convince the boss to let me have a hot pink/zebra stripped port-a-potty in my cube…I’d totally get Sara to make it all sparkly and shiney and blingy for me.
(The boss won’t even entertain the idea.)
(But that doesn’t keep me from asking.)
(Even though now he doesn’t even waste the words, “uh…no” when I ask. I just get eye rolls.)
(Pray for him. He tolerates a lot. And I mean A LOT.)
(I should just shut up and be happy he lets me keep my pink flamingos in my cube, huh?)
Facebook is another thing I like. Click that button up there to the upper right and “like” me. (That sounds so junior high school-ish.)
Twitter? Not so much. But I’m there, too.
But what I like the most is you. And how you always make me laugh and giggle and glow with your comments.
Yes. I like you. Lots. Tons.
So, go! Go leave me some comments over at Lux Magaine!