i decided, well since i don't have a whole lot to do at work, that today will be my day dream day... unfortunately i keep getting interrupted by phone calls and bills and customers... i simply can't day dream when there are people around.


going crazy

so since i've been feeling so insane and like i might kill someone lately....
Here's what happened on friday night.
Randee and i leave taco bell to head down to monster trucks at the T-Dome. and i'm waiting behind this van at the light to turn left on to 15th ave. and the van starts backing up. and since i'm in gear and can't get into reverese quick enough i just lay on the horn hoping that the driver will stop. but he doesn't stop. and after he makes contact with my front bumper he still doesn't stop backing up.
So i set my burrito down and get out of my truck and walk up to his door, and he has no intention of getting out until i do this. and i snap and start yelling at him "WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!!!" etc. and and just stumbles out of his van drunk as can be cigarette hanging out of his mouth and says:
"oh i didn't see you there.... i was trying to make the light go"
and i reply " AGHHG!!! you don't have insurance do you?"
he says "no. it didn't do any damage anyways did it?"
i just yelled at him to "get out of here"
All the while randee's sitting in the truck eating her tacos thinking to herself "taco, or help natalie fight with this guy, taco or fight, taco or fight"
Stupid jerk. i should've punched him the the face
anyways monster trucks was just a great way to forget about my bent license plate, but i could totally sympathize with the demolition derby.


there is history here

today is hard.
tomorrow will be harder.
we're acting like fools in this cold place.
try to fix it before the memories fade.
then the next day begins new.
thank you for being here.
can we make it better before it's too late?


Picture this

if you will. i think i'm going crazy.

i feel like former chief inspector charles dreyfus... catch my drift?


a conversation over the phone

Me: Oh man! the cheese out and ready to be cut!

Dad: oh... heh... i thought you already cut the cheese.

Me: not me, but somebody sure has been.

this was in reference to the fact that randee left the cheese out on the counter last night so i could cut it up for cheese and crackers... i love my family


running away

when i see business people running down the street i like to imagine that their running away from their office to be free from work. even though they are running to the bus so they can get to work on time... i still like to think that they're finally escaping the great monster called work. i envy them. someday i too will be free.

speaking of work.. I'm beginning to wish that i could anonymously hold a "personal hygiene" class every few months. My coworkers stink so bad.. And while i too smell sometimes, at least i don't make an entire warehouse smell like i pooped in my pants and then set them in front of the heater.