Random Thoughts: The Angry Edition

I felt so angry all day today.

Everyone and everything is getting on my nerves.

I am sure that most of you; like me, are polite and reasonable people, who wait your turn, think before you act, weigh the pros and cons, put yourself in someone else's shoes and all that of that crap. It's a really mentally healthy place to be. Most of the time I am happy to be there.

Some days though; like today, I wish I could just scream. Just scream and be crazy like those people we all know. Yelling at others drivers, random cashiers, and family members.

On a slightly less insane note, Glee started tonight.

The jury is still out on this season though. I'm giving it 3 episodes to impress me.

I tried to get our interns (who are working on their doctorates in things like neuro psychology) to make a pact to watch Glee all season with me.

I think that when they said "No, that show is for kids" what they really meant was "Wow, Lori. Yes, I commit to watching it and my respect for you has just increased 10 fold". So yeah...

Lori Ann

Sha la la la la la yeah

You guys,

You know what it feels like?

It feels like the right time for another classic, self obsessed "Stuff you don't know about me" post.

Sweet sassy molassey there is so much you people don't know. You might want to sit down.

Let's do this thing!!

1. I hate people. Not a lot of people, but there a few on my list. And I loathe them. Like 'just the way they breathe makes me angry' kind of loathing.

2. I love when the weather starts to get chilly. Not so much for the cold, but for the idea that I get to come in from the chill to a warm house, where I can drink hot chocolate and watch crazy cat videos on Youtube.

3. I am obsessed with Postsecret. I haven't sent in a secret yet, but I will. And its going to be about YOU!

4. Sometimes I dream about becoming a famous author for the sole purpose of using the common ground of famous authorship as a reason to meet JK Rowling. And ask her questions about Harry Potter.

5. I don't find married men to be attractive. Which is strange for me because I find every other kind of 'forbidden' man attractive....Amish, gay, bad boys, shorter than me....in fact, my ideal man would be a short, gay Amish man with a criminal past. Who could dance. And bake. And teach me how to use eye liner.

(This is what I got when I googled "hot short gay Amish bad boy")

Well, now you know me much better. The next edition of "stuff you don't know about me" will address "sounds I hate" and "why I vote based on hotness".

Oh snap!

Lori Ann

Revenge

My father is the devil. Yes, this seemingly sweet man, holding the little black kitten.

Another picture of the kitten. Because that's the direction this blog is going. All cats. All the time.

I graciously dropped my father off at the airport today and he told me a short cut way to get home that would take me "outside of the city". He knows that I hate/am scared of driving in the city. (and yes, I did; in fact, LIVE in the city (Philadelphia) for a year...but that's beside the point)

Anyway... THIS was the secret short cut. Right through the CITY.

Oh, that is it, old man...

revenge is sweet.

or maybe it's

vengeance is mine

no..it's

revenge is a dish best served cold.

So yeah...

Sweet, cold revenge will be mine!!

Lori Ann

Guess Whoooooo????

I get a cherry icee at the BK every time I am in Oxford, PA. Apparently, so do the Amish.

I love driving home around 7 pm. It's so beautiful here.

Today, the trees were raining leaves. (can you see them?) It feels like the real first day of Fall.

This is my baby. I read the funniest quotes about cats the other day..something along the lines of "There is no way to sound sane when talking about cats".

I don't know if I mentioned this, but I got promoted/ transferred at work. I will be switching from family to individual therapy. YAY!

I have my dream job, in my dream location, now I just need the perfect apartment and a kitten!!

Lori Ann

Ireland

Erin means Ireland.

It's kind of fitting that she got the Irish name. She is the most like our Irish ancestors. Freckled, pale, and vertically disadvantaged.

My sister.

Erin is beautiful.

She listens, even if I say the same thing every day.

She knows just what to say in every situation.

She loves children and animals. She's always trying to get me to adopt a shelter pet. She volunteers and pets and plays with the ones that are in there awaiting euthanasia.

She believes in me. She literally walked me through the door into grad school.

She is stronger and braver than she gives herself credit for.

She makes me laugh. Laugh until I literally feel sick and shriek "Stop or I'm going to puke"

If I didn't have Erin, I wouldn't be able to think right.

If I didn't have Erin, nothing would be the same.

I just wanted to say that you mean the world to me, Eri. And when I pray every day, you are always in those prayers.

Lori Ann

But it's always gonna come right back to this

Apartment shopping.

One of the joys of the single, financially irresponsible life.

While many of you are dutifully paying off the mortgages on your homes, investing in your futures, I am still swinging along, renting strange little apartments.

I kind of like it.

It makes me feel like I can get up and leave whenever I want.

Anyway, the purpose of this post is to keep you all updated on my apartment requirements. Let's do this thing!

My apartment MUST HAVES:

A certain element of shadiness.

A big bath tub.

Somewhere to sleep.

So yeah, good luck Southeastern Pennsylvania! Good luck filling those requirements, suckers.

Although I did find an apartment on craigslist today that was on the corner of Gay Street and Potter Alley.

A combination of my two favorite things.

Gay men and Harry Potter.

Perhaps a sign from above?

I should rent it sight unseen.

I'm going to find the number right now...

Lori Ann

Random Thoughts: The late Sunday Night Edition

I tried to watch 9/11 footage today. I can't do it. So I watched them read off the names instead.

I can't stop watching that gay McDonald's commericial on Youtube. I love it!

Today, my dad and I embarked on our 32nd season of Eagles football together. (Well, I was born in the middle of the 1st season, but it still counts!)

I tried to make cinnamon raisin bread but fell asleep while it was rising the second time. My dad imparted the sage words of wisdom that its probably not a good idea to start a baking project past ten oclock at night.

I'm probably moving this week. I. CAN'T. WAIT.

I am more sane when I have my own place. Living with family makes me feel a little bit unbalanced:)

I don't see my nieces and nephews enough. I miss them.

I need an apple cider candle from Yankee Candle. It smells like happiness.

Two weeks and two days until Blaine...ummm...I mean Glee :)

Lori Ann