A Random Hot Mess

The Girl tagged me in another meme (I swear, one day I will write an actual post where I form words of my own volition), and it's a good one! It might give you some insight into the randomness that is my life...or, it could just leave you feeling empty and cold inside.

But you'll have that from time to time.

So, the deal is:

1. Link to the person that tagged you
2. Post the rules on your blog
3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.

Once again, I'm effing the rules, and I'm not tagging anyone. But it's fun to share.....therefore, if you feel so inclined, by all means.... go for it!

Fuck.

I can't think of anything. Maybe it's the pressure. Yeah, that's it...it's the meme pressure. What is a quirk, vs. a non-important thing about myself? What is really a "habit", as opposed to just something I like to do on an everyday basis? Perhaps I should just freestyle this one, what with me being a rebel and all. And who said I had to have six things? Maybe I only have 5. Or maybe I have 19. You just never know.

Did you know that I started smoking when I was 15 years old? Because I thought it was cool. I remember specifically trying to become addicted. (I was smart that way.) I smoked for 21 years. Quitting that smelly, expensive, albatross of a habit was the single best thing I ever did for myself. (Sorry, my smoker peeps...I'm not one of "those" ex-smokers...y'all can smoke all you want. I'm telling you to trust me, though....yeah, it's fucking HARD to stop. But you honestly cannot imagine anything in your life that feels better than that...not just physically, but psychologically too.)

I have fake nails. And fake hair color. And soon I'll be getting a fake tan. And sometimes, I'm fake nice.

I'm a reality TV whore. Don't care who knows it. Go check out McMommywood for all your Real Housewives needs, as well as other things celebrity/entertainment. It's fun to make fun of people on TV, just because you can.

Right now, I'm a little bitchy.

I used to be a voracious reader. Now, I haunt blogs. What's wrong with this picture? I'm all "I don't have time for anything" when what I really mean is "I need 23 hours a day to blog/comment/lurk/Twitter/Facebook, and if get nothing else done, that would be why". My secret is out. I need blog rehab. (Which I feel sure I could somehow tie into my reality TV addiction, if I could get Dr. Drew to comment on my blog.)

I'm an optician. Have been for about 20 years. I know of all things optician-like. Yesterday, out of the motherflipping blue, I needed reading glasses. SON OF A BITCH. Snuck right up on me...and I'm f'n pissed about it. Gray hair? Not a problem. Turning 40? Bring it. Readers? FUCK.

I'm not loving McRedHeadedMedicDoctor on Grey's. Sorry.

A year ago, I took a "Career Development Assessment" online, so that I might be considered for a promotion at work. I finally got my promotion this week, because they finally fucking looked at my test. That I took a year ago. "Gee, I hate that we took so long to go over your test scores, Laura, seeing as how you scored higher than 95% of everyone in the country who's ever taken this test, ever." Ok, that's not the WHOLE story...but geez. A whole year?!

I have heartburn. Right this minute.

I pay a ridiculous amount of money for cable service, when there is ever hardly anything worth watching on. But the minute I cancel all the unnecessary channels, they'll do like a "Knots Landing" movie and I'll totally miss it. Can't cancel. Just in case.

At what point does New Guy become NOT New Guy? And can I really change his name when he does become Not New Guy? Wait. I think that's his new name.

I'm apathetic. As if I give a shit.

Mimi and I are planning a cruise. I'm torn between "Yea! I'm going on a cruise!" and "OMG, we are totally Dorothy and Sophia."

I STILL have not seen The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Hello, Not New Guy?? Ahem?

I need sleep. Right now....I need sleep! (That may be obvious to some of you.)