Random Thoughts

Sometimes there needs to be someone I can just tell my random thoughts to. At times, it’s RM#1. Other times, it’s JK. A few times it’s been RJ, and a few more times it’s been Sis or Squid. More times than not, though, it’s just been me. Yep. I proudly talk out loud. If you want to call it talking to myself, you go right ahead. Whatever it’s given name is, I do it. All the time.

Today, I’m going to do it here. This little ol’ blog space of mine, is going to be the thing that listens to my thoughts. Beware. Sometimes, it’s not pleasant. :-/

• Yesterday the Laker game was on as background noise. I do not particularly enjoy watching basketball on television. Why am I listening to this is all that I kept thinking, but I never changed the channel. Weird.
• I know nothing about Snooki. I’ve seen her a handful of times on television shows, usually ones where people are making fun of her, and I’ve seen a few stories on TMZ about her, but honestly know nothing about her as a person. However, one thing I do know for certain, is that she’s pregnant. Ooohhh Emmmm Geee! I’m a little concerned for the upbringing of this baby. Okay, I’m a LOT concerned.
• I got my taxes done. Woohoo! I never get more than a couple hundred bucks back, but at least they’re done and out of my mind for another year. It would be cooler if I got the money, but ever since having been court ordered to pay child support, I haven’t gotten a refund. For some reason, they take my entire refund every year and give it to The Ex. I don’t know why. I’ve never been behind in paying (mostly because it comes right out of my paychecks), so I don’t understand. And it makes me very angry to think about it. So I try not to.
• 12-21-12 is supposed to be the end of the world. How many times have we heard about the end of the world coming, in the last ten years? It’s also the same day as JK’s birthday, the birthday of my favorite cousin, and the day Snooki’s baby is due. Oh brother, perhaps it will be the end of the world.
• I’ve been off work all week dealing with a 2” ovarian cyst that is, according to the doctor, about to split. The last time this happened, I was hospitalized for three days. I’m really not looking forward to this. I’m silently cursing the pharmacy that is housing my pain meds. It’s across town, a thirty minute drive to be exact, and I honestly don’t want to spend that many minutes sitting in my car right now. Weird, I know. It’s times like these where I miss having a husband.
• The conversations between Tony and Ziva CRACK.ME.UP.

Ziva: “Will you tell me her name if I find the pirate’s copy of ARES?”
Tony: “Pirated copy.”
Ziva: “That’s was I said.”
Tony: “No, you said pirate’s copy. A pirate is a person like Captain Jack Sparrow. A pirated copy…”
Ziva: “Who is Jack Sparrow?”
Tony: “Johnny Depp.”
Ziva: “He’s a pirate??”
Tony: “No, he’s an actor.”
Ziva: “Oh.”
Tony: “How did we get here?”
Ziva: “I drove.”