Work has its disadvantages

Guess who came in to work today? My old man friend who likes to hit on me. This time he asked if I wanted to work Saturday morning with him at the Farmer's Market from 7-10am. I told him Saturday was my day to sleep in. But he persisted and said I should seriously come harrass him for payback. He also managed to touch my hand every chance he got, so I stopped holding the mouse when I didn't need to be on checking anything on the computer and just held my hands in my lap. As he was leaving he told me to have a good day and then said "Harrassment on Saturday" and winked. I threw up a little bit in my mouth...

My boss heard most of that and said that the next time he comes in he's gonna say something to the guy. I'm really starting to think of investing in a fake engagement ring. And not just because of creepy, wrinkly man. I also had a couple younger guys giving me the eye today. I'm not bragging, cross my heart. Ok maybe just a little. :) haha

Bad News Bears

Why am I awake at 4am? Why you ask? Why? I'm asking that too. Why, why WHY?!?!?!

Because I went park hopping tonight. Muwhahaha It was much fun. But for some reason I feel so old. I'm not use to staying up past midnight much anymore. I'm such an old fart. The next thing you know I'll be complaining about my arthritis.

But technically I can't really complain about tonight because I had a lot of fun.

11:00pm last night

When we get to the afterlife, will we look back on our time here on Earth and remember everything? Will we still feel heartache over broken dreams? Will we remember the pain from a torn heart, the anxiety felt over things to come, the fear from standing alone in the dark, the frustration when things didn't turn out? Will we still be learning lessons from our mistakes we made here?

Is heaven like the Les Miserables song, a place where no one cries?

Is heaven just rainbows and butterflies?

I hope not. I can't imagine that everything will feel amazing if we are unable to continue to feel pain and heartache.

I wish we will be able to vividly remember our time here on Earth. If not, why do I risk being vulnerable for a boy? Why do I put myself out there and take my chances on life?

If knowledge is the one thing we take with us, does that include memories?

Music Obsession

Josh told me about Urban Outfitters' blog where they post a free music playlist every now and then. You can download the whole playlist or just each individual song. He had me listen to this song by Passion Pit called "Sleepyhead" and I am officially in love with it. It's pretty funky, but I still dig it. Go here and scroll down to Passion Pit. Some of the other songs are good too, like "Neo Violence" by The Tough Alliance, "Inland Empire" by Peter, Bjorn, & John, and "An Eluardian Instance" by Of Montreal.

"Along comes Mr. Alligator, quiet as can be..."

You know how kids are usually afraid of monsters under their beds? When I was younger I was always afraid of alligators and crocodiles hiding under my mattress, no joke. I use to imagine their snapping snouts rising up from the darkness as I laid on my back with the pillows bunched around my body; trying to protect myself from their nasty teeth.

Apparently my fear was not so outlandish after I discovered a present my younger sister received from a friend: