Guns don't kill people, people kill people. And occasionally monkeys with guns kill people.

I found a crazy quotes site last night that has like 7 pages devoted to Eddie Izzard quotes. By last night, I really mean yesterday at work. I was trying to find quotes about seeing the "bigger picture" for Stacey....since no one we work with either ad GDLS or GDBIW seems to be able to do that. And while I was searching, I was distracted by Eddie Izzard. Love him. Sad I didn't go see him in June when I could have, but oh wells.

Had a lovely chat with my buddy last night. Not that I don't love being such good friends with him normally anyway, but sometimes I really really love it. Last night was one of those good conversations, he rambled for a bit, I rambled a ton, and we effectively caught up. And now we have a 2 conversations per week rule. I'm not gonna lie, I think this is awesome. I feel like I'm really content and settled in this friendship, and I appreciate that he feels he can talk to me about things, and I know I can talk to him about things. And its just really good. And now I can use him to help me actually find a guy. He's already been helpful with the silly work boy. (whom, by the by, I said "Good Morning!" to in a not loud, but clear voice yesterday, and wonder of wonders, the fella spoke, saying an enthusiastic "Good Morning!" right back). So yea. And we determined last night that if I was a Batman villian, I would be The Mumbler. Yes thats right. The Mumbler. Batman could never catch me because everytime he asked my weakness, I would mumble it back, and he would be like "what? what did you say?" and I would say "HA! you missed it. Now you're dead, Batman!" This stemmed from the fact that he accuses me of mumbling a lot. I only do it because sometimes I can't keep what I'm thinking in my head, but I don't really want anyway to hear it, so I mumble it rapidly and then then miss it anyhow. So yes, that was the great conversation with my best bud (I won't say best friend because H has that role technically) from last night.

Also last night, I allegedly knocked over some plant of EA's, but the plant fell after I left her room (I had borrowed Disney movies, which btw don't belong to her they are just in her room, and she keeps them on this schistey shelf that is uber unstable, and the plant is on top) and nothing was out of place when I left. First she was pissed because I went in her room, but the night before both K & A had assured me that since her door was open and she wasn't home to just go in, and again they aren't just her movies. Then she was pissed because I should have owned up to having knocked the plant over. Um hello? It wasn't knocked over when I left the room. I grabbed the movies, all was well, and I left. How can I apologize for something I didn't realize even occurred. Then she and A started saying how rude I am, and irresponsible, and my mother agreed with them that I never seem to think that I am in the wrong, that I am a blamer and never take credit for when I mess up, which is a lot more that I seem to think that I do, according to mom. Great. Not only have I had some weird blues going on, but now my mom and sisters need to make me feel like more shit. I need to get out and away from them all. That was another thing we talked about last night, how my family kind of shoots me down a lot. He thinks they are bad for me, and of course thinks I should move there and get a job there and everyone could hang out and it would rock. I just need to find a job in general. The one at CSC is a no go, but I have lots of resumes out. Maybe I will look in Westchester. Except that I have to stay close by till October and the show. Oh well. And now I'm rambling. Time to go get ready for work. Boo, work, boo. And boo, stupid family, boo.