about the video on my blog ("Sister" by She Wants Revenge), it's really sad when you see it and not only recognize what cemetery it is, but also which celebrity graves are in the background.
I'm way too busy to even get excited about my trip out of town. Somehow, it seems like more of an inconvenience to plan, pack up, and leave. I'm sure I'll be glad once I'm sipping my coffee on the sand of an isolated beach.
RUMORMONGER
SYLLABICATION: ru-mor-mon-ger
PRONUNCIATION: rmr-mnggr, -mng-
NOUN: One who spreads rumors.
INFLECTED FORM: ru-mor-mon-gered, ru-mor-mon-ger-ing, ru-mor-mon-gers
To engage in the spreading of rumors.
Yesterday, school was out at noon and I didn't actually leave work until close to 5:00. I sat through 5 hours of meetings where my boss was letting people have it, telling them that their jobs are on the line. I'm actually proud of the guy. He seems to have grown a pair.
Does this mean that I'm finally one of the cool kids?
Why is it that I have so many unhealthy obsessions? It's weird! I will fixate on any given person, place, or thing for a month or two, then go on to my next obsession. Is this normal? I'll research on the topic, think about it constantly, and then, poof, I'm over it. Only thing is, the next obsession is looming overhead, waiting to crash down. I think that under the right circumstances, I have it in me to become a stalker or something.
Happy Dia de los Muertos!
Drink one in memory of your loved ones!