On stuff and shit

I take a few moments out of my Saturday at work (yeah, its bullshit) to bring you this bullet point list:

Im still moving forward with the "being the best me I can" thing, and hopefully, Im making noticeable progress. I feel good, anyway, and thats all that matters, dammit. The most recent addition is exercise. Cross your fingers for good physical health.

Randomly - I have been debating taking down the word verification on the comments part of this blog. I know it is consuming so many minutes of so many lives as people attempt to comment here, but the truth is that I just cant handle the disappointment of thinking that I have actual comments, only to find that they are spam. Hope is a fragile thing in my life, I cant have it smashed so uselessly. (is that a word?)

Work is poo. But with poo I shall make fertilizer.

Christmas vacation in Kansas is approaching. I've been anxiously packing (in my imagination, of course) every outfit for every occasion or event possible, in order to pull off just the right impression by physical appearance. Its important to be prepared, and as a particularly girly girl, I would hate to get there and think, "I wish I could wear my (article of clothing) today, it would be perfect for this (weather/event/thing)." Of course there are other things for the trip to be considered besides clothing, but packing is my favorite trip-preparation.

*le sigh*

Back to work.