Que Sera Sera
Mood:  smelly
Now Playing: PJ Harvey's "Legs"
Topic: Humanity's Uselessness
I guess it's been a while, but I haven't exactly had people beating down my inbox with requests for new entries. Whatever. This is my blog, and it's my time, and I'll use it however I damned well please, and I don't give a fart if no one ever reads any of this. I do this for the sheer joy of writing, of spending my free time clacking away at a typewriter.
I'm thinking of joining a new church, one of those home group churches. I think that would be the best for me. You see, I'm a little shy, and large churches make me feel a lot like I do at work; a non-entity. So a small, close group would be ideal for me and my spiritual growth. The problem is, I have procrastinated all day long, and now it's 8:30, and I don't like calling complete strangers after 7pm. So I guess I'll call tomorrow, see what happens.
Anyway, I have also decided to go see a psychiatrist. Surprised? Don't be. Everyone in my family is insane in one way or another, but only the bold are able to admit, and move on from there. I'm willing to admit my emotional need, so why not my mental need as well? I'm crazy, and I need help. There.
The litter box stinks, but I am not going to the store to get more cat litter. It's cold, and I hate going outside in winter unless I'm really excited about something, or I have to. I quit a lot of jobs in Michigan because I didn't want to get out of my warm bed on a cold winter's morning. It's not so cold here in Nevada, true, but my body still remembers the prolonged heat waves of summer, and is not willing to adjust to the autumn gloom and cold. It rained heavily last week, and that is expected to continue through next week, and I have to walk to work every morning. Great. I'm excited about that.
The walking is not so bad. I desperately need the exercise, and it's only about three blocks. But when you're trying to walk down a badly paved street in heels without getting your nylons wet, it's not so much fun. Especially when it's morning rush hour, and most drivers look at you as little more than a yellow light.
Boy, that litter box is smelling up the joint in bad way. I'd better go to Sak n Save before it's bedtime. I have to be to work at 5am, so I want to get to bed early. So, until next time, enjoy yourselves, or whatever it is you people do.

Hello, my name is Dyvynyty...
And I am a proscrastinator. I am a lazy, fat American, and proud of it. I do as little as possible as often as I can, and when I have to do more, I whine and moan like a little girl who's had her lollipop snatched from her sugary clutches,
In the last four years I have gain 100 pounds and lost 100% of my former self-confidence/self-awareness. (Incidentally, the beginning of the weight gain coincides with my wedding anniversary. And, no, I did NOT let myself go after marriage. I'm just tired...)
But today is a new day, and Dyvynyty, true to her divine nature, is taking action! This blog is the first step in reclaiming my life, my sanity, and my waistline. Come with me on this journey, as I discover exercise, detox diets, and saying no to my Male Counterpart. It's sure to be a blast.