Where is my large automobile?

Just about anyone who has walked outside with me has witnessed some level of my fear of birds. They terrify me. There is a story. I don't feel like telling it.

So, why do I LOVE that stupid Mentos commercial with the birds singing No Limit?

Second commercials thought for the evening: Who thought it was ok to put the new Quaker Oatmeal commercial (with the statue of the Quaker) in a back to back spot with the BK King commercial with the Kind outside the man's window. I had just finished saying to Tara how much less distressing the Quaker commercial was thank the BK one when out popped the Trinque/ Don Quixote-esque Burger King to scare the crap out of us. Honestly, who thought he was a good idea. If I ever see the burger king, I will slap him in his naugahyde face.

I almost had a mind to mouth miscommunication on Friday that was parallel to the "you're lucky I didn't give you strep" moment. I don't believe in telling stories to someone you're sleeping with about someone else you're sleeping with. I nearly crossed that line.

That's a lie (here to fore known as propaganda). I do use it as a tool for being spiteful. I never get the desired result. However, being a girl, That sort of thing always gets the correct reaction out of me. I am getting good at keeping it on the inside. There are only a few that still make me miserable on the outside. And eventually, there will be some grown up words about that.

I'm flippin tired of getting my heart stepped on.

oh, and Cait's cat hurled on my favorite jeans today. I may have a bruiser skin rug soon. My mother says he is all of ours cat, but cait is the only one who he loves. The only one he will be around if there is yelling. None of the cats were ever mine. The dog was mine and he's dead. So fuck Bruiser and his gastrointestinal failings. Fuck him in his stupid ass.