Blogger burnout period has ended! I have returned!

Well folks, I have decided that I am fully recovered from my severe case of blogger burnout. It was a tough fight, but I beat it senseless and whatnot. I shall not be an everyday sort of blogger again, but I will attempt to blog more often than once every month or two. No guarantees though.

Well, a bit of catching up is probably appropriate now, so here goes. Still a jobless poke destined for greatness, but pacing myself. Don't want to get all great all at once, people could grow bitter and begin throwing rotten fruit at me if I get too great too fast. Can't have that, now can we?

My big bro and my sis-in-law and the niece are coming to visit next weekend (the weekend of the 22). I have to clean my tiny little apartment...a lot. In theory it shouldn't be that big of a job seeing as how my apartment is the size of a closet. However, that theory would be complete horse poo. It seems that, the smaller the apartment, the bigger the cleaning job. You see, when you have a tiny apartment, you get creative about filling up every centimeter of space you do have. I have crap stuffed in every conceivable location in this apartment. So now I have to actually dig all this strategically stuffed crap out of it's nooks and crannies and attempt to find a more organized way to store them. *huge sigh*

I am growing concerned with my obsession with this world series of pop culture trivia show. I find myself sucked in completely. I barely blink the whole time as I gawk at the TV. I even find myself hollering out answers and actually paying attention to how well I do. I also get a bit snooty when I get one right that the contestants don't know, or if I get it right faster than them. I think this may be a sign that I need to get a life. Or maybe be on this show.....hahahahaha. I can see it now. I get up on the stage, all confident cuz I can kick butt and take names from the comfort of my living room. Then they ask me a question--something really out there and off the wall......like my name. I would freeze like a deer in headlights and mumble something incoherent before I became the first contestant ever to be eliminated before the round even begins. I am sooo cool like that.

Have you ever noticed that one of your laminated membership/id cards is getting jenky? A little flap of laminate stuff is...well....flapping in the breeze. And once you notice it, you start picking at it until it just becomes total crap and ya have to rip off the remaining laminate stuff. And then you're just irritated cuz it feels weird and looks like crap. It's really one of those things ya just can't let go of. Or maybe it's just me.

Guess that's enough for now kiddies. Wild Stallions rule! Thank you San Dimas!