{...brain waves...}

I have decided (and by decided I mean Leslie gave me the idea) to do a weekly edition of 'Brain Waves' every Thursday. I'm sure this is what you all want. This means I don't have to be as creative in my posts which is less pressure on me. Everything Thursday I just write all the randomness that swims around in my shallow brain. (We don't believe in the 'deep end' here. I don't have big enough arm floaties) Don't deny your love for my randomness.

*POOF*

So I'm really digging that I type the word 'poof' in big letters. It's completely unnecessary but I like it. Therefore it IS necessary. You dig?

I'm really thankful that American Eagle isn't prejudice against larger pants sizes. Although if I gain one more pound I am not going to be able to fit into their jeans anymore. This is tragic because it took me FOREVER to find a brand of jeans that I just loved. I have been wearing them for years, and I am not one for going through the 'jean finding' process ever, EVER again. It's as bad as playing the single/dating game.

American Eagle is now making baby/kid clothes. Good bye positive bank account balance.

I have found that sometimes an individuals 'weirdness' can be quite endearing.

Coke with Lime from Ripples. Need I say more?

If anyone has or knows someone who has money they want to just give to me, well, give it to me. I have a goal to buy a baby before I'm 30 and well, 20 THOUSAND dollars is a lot.

I just puked in my mouth a bit after I wrote that last brain wave. It seems quite wrong that it's going to cost me that much for the privilege to be a mother. I've said it before, I know, but it still makes me urpy.

'Urpy' is one of my favorite words. In fact, I don't even think it's a word. I would rather say, 'I'm feelin' a bit urpy.' than, 'I'm feelin' a bit nauseated.' The latter makes me sound smart or something.

I just spent $150 on new lenses for my glasses. That's ONLY the lenses. Tubby strikes again.

Even though Tubby was brutally murdered (which he deserved) he still reeks havoc. I swear he's haunting me from the grave. Maybe I should have given him a proper burial.

There is nothing that makes me smile more than a properly placed swear word.

Nothing makes Josh frown more than a properly placed swear word by me.

I loathe most teenagers. This will probably still hold true when I have one of my own.