Taken from SFG and Fuzzball

First off, if you haven't already seen this on Fuzzball's page, CHECK IT OUT NOW! Fucking HILARIOUS! Robot Chicken totally rocks...

I've been meaning to do this little thing that I saw first on Southern Fried Girl's page and then on Fuzzballs's page, so I thought I'd give it a go. I agree with many of the things Fuzzball said and have added my remarks in parenthesis to those particular things. So here 'tizz:

I am...scared about the future. (DAMN right I'm scared about the future! That's the main thing that feeds my general anxiety)

I said...I love you and have a wonderful day to Ron this morning before I left. I say that every morning and will do so forever.

I want...to find a job that makes me happy. (This is something I really want, too, although I do LIKE my current job. It's not too stressful and that helps a lot. But I have this nagging feeling that there is so much more out there for me)

I wish...that people, as a whole, weren't so goddamned selfish, destructive and just plain STUPID.

I hate...that people hate so damn much. (I agree, and this hate is fueled by so much IGNORANCE...see above)

I miss...my cousin Danny, my uncle Alan and my uncle Bob. Awesome people who passed away from this earth WAY too soon.

I fear...too many fucking things.

I hear...robins singing outside, above the low hum of my computer. This really is a nice place to work.

I wonder...if all this stress I put on myself will kill me.

I regret...not starting this blogging shit sooner, it's a lot of fun!

I am not...good at accepting compliments. Loooooow self esteem, right here. (Yup, same here. If I could only believe in myself and my abilities)

I dance...on tables, speakers, anything...when I get drunk enough.

I sing...in the car A LOT. I love singing along with my favorite music, but not in front of anyone, of course!

I cry...every other fuckin' day. I'm a big, emotional baby.

I'm not always...happy. And I suck at faking it. When I'm down, everyone around me is down. Gotta learn to fake it more 'cause it sucks to be a downer.

I made...a great dinner for Ron last week. I really enjoy cooking when I'm in the mood and he loves it. I can't wait unitl we have a compatible schedule so I can do this more often. Heart of Man = Stomach of Man. I'm not stupid.

I write...and doodle all over my desk blotter at work. It's time to change the month now. It's still on January of 2006 and it's FULL of my workday musings.

I confuse...a lot of people with my outlandish behavior. It's fun!

I need...to do a lot of stuff. A lot of stuff. (Agreed...I'm too much of a procrastinator)

I should...quit working on this and do my...uh...work? Yea, that's what a job is right? And there are many other things that I should do but just plain don't wanna...yet.

I start...feeling sick to my stomach when I'm really anxious.

I finish...Ron's sentences sometimes. This is a great thing!

I believe in...Not much right now. I need to change my negative perspective.

I know...that I'm an underachiever. (Yes, and I DO know why...I'm lazy)

I can...have whatever I want, if I could only get over some of the things listed above...

I can't...seem to get over some of the things listed above...

I see...the good in people. Then I get screwed over by most of them. Then I give them a second chance. Then I get screwed again. *sigh* (Yep, same here. That's why I have very few true friends)

I blog...too much at work.

I read...all the time, news, blogs, emails, books...love it.

I am aroused by...an open mind.

It pisses me off...that we are fucking up the earth so much day in and day out.

I find...gas prices to be completely and utterly rediculous. I never thought I'd see such a thing.

I like...making people laugh. I'm quite good at being a silly dork, it's lots of fun...I never want to stop.

I love...animals. All of them, even the icky ones. (YES. And I have to add, Ron of course...and Nature. Someday I hope to live in or close to Nature with Ron and lots of animals. Yes...that would be lovely)