sleep texting

Sleep texting it like sleep walking but for lazy people who don't like talking on the phone. On Saturday morning I was having a very realistic dream where I wrote a check for $180. I texted my Mom not to cash the check I had just written her because I didn't want the $180.00 one to bounce. This was at 5:30 in the morning. We wrote back and forth like three times. Then I called my Mom later in the day and she asked me what the check was for. I had no idea what she was talking about. I have money problems in my dreams. For which I feel the need to text my Mom. This was the first time in weeks that I had a really sound sleep. Yikes.

I wish I was creative

I found a cool website. Well I didn't, but one of my favorite bloggers did! It's called Sleeveface, and it's three shades of awesome.

Also my pretty much favorite blogger ever can be found at www.j-walkblog.com

chikity check it

-Dirty Diana

Michael Jackson

OK, freakish? Yes. Abnormal? Yes. Most likely driven insane by his fame, popularity, media, and stunted maturity? Definitely. Complete and utter musical genius? Without a doubt.

Of course he freaks me out, and whatever he has done in his personal life I either don't want to know the truth about or would like to believe is just media hype. He's a weirdy that's for sure. However, he is an icon for hundreds of reasons and his music is legendary. I don't know if I'm really sad about it, but I am surprised.

I can distinctly remember dancing around when I was young in my parents' living room to Thriller. Amazing album. And I'm pretty sure I only listened to his Number Ones album for my entire Junior year of High School.

We have lost a legend.

I'm just not that into it

OK so here's the thing. Last Spring I was kinda seeing a guy. Then I was kinda NOT seeing a guy. Then I went to camp and still wanted to talk to the guy all the time but couldn't. Then I started wanting to order books online (along with various other things) so that I could get packages in the mail. The only mail that I ever got was from KJW and it was awesome drawings that I have until this day. So long story short, along with Chuck Palahniuk books, Twilight, and some vitamins I believe, I got He's Just Not That Into You. So I read it and there were literally chapters that I felt could have been headed "Hey Diana, this part is about YOUR life." Apparently my issues are universal, I thought I was at least cool enough to have original issues. Lame. So anyways, I read the books, thought "huh, OK" and pretty much put it out of my head. THEN THEN THEN, they came out with a movie. So I watched the movie and HATED IT! The book's message was basically, "hey be practical, don't listen to all those stories your friends tell you that are completely ridiculous, don't settle on guys that you are not really happy with." The movie had the same message until about the last three minutes and then they turned it around JUST like all over romantic comedies with the whole "never give up, he's out there, even that married guy you're dating will OF COURSE break up with his wife for you" bullshit. Good lord.

Shining point, Ben Affleck was HOTTT. Three Ts.

the crib!

OK, spoke to the landlord on the phone, I have until next Friday (the 19th?) to go look at the apartment and decide if I want to live there. I can tell pretty much unequivocally that I DO want to live there, but I suppose it makes sense to look at it none the less. She however ask me several semi embarrassing questions that make me an excellent renter,

1. Can you afford the cheap rent I will offer you?
2. Do you have a job?
3. Can I call since you may be lying about this job?
4. Do you live all alone with no room mates or LIVE IN BOYFRIENDS!?!?
5. Do you have any animals, which I countered with, CAN I HAVE A KITTY!?!? (The answer was yes by the way, except it can't be a tom cat that I don't "fix. My thought those was 'who the ef wants or even like tomkat, one's too short, and one's Katie Holmes)

So all in all pretty good convo. Now I just have to go take a peeksy and start packing all my shit. I hate moving and packing, so if anyone would like to volunteer to come up and help me move I would greatly appreciate it. I tend to pay any love birds who help me this way with loads of pizza and beer. Pretty sweet deal if you ask me. Plus you can meet Sean Connery, or Sean-Con as Rachel calls him already. He will look like one of these little noodles:

Dream men

A small smattering of boys I loved in my childhood:

And yes, all of the New Kids, except that weird tall one, if I could cut him out I would have. Also Joey, I never really loved Joey, BUT all the rest ...

GAHHHH

So apparently my friend's landlady is "very interested" in me. AWESOME. You know that this means I'm just one step closer to have a kitten named either finlayson or sean connery. Both for either a boy or girl. THEN I can officially grow into an old cat lady AND watch it do really cute stuff like this:


or something like this:


Oh Sean Connery, you skamp

help

Dearest friendly other bloggers and friends who read this (Kelly),

Why are my images popping up so freaking giant, and not on the right as I specify. I tell it small and right, it shows up huge and center. Kelly, help me.

Kindest Regards,

Diana

lubbey?

Today I watched a clip from an episode of Gilligan's Island. The professor is hot. Also he looks a lot like Paul Newman. I then thought it WAS Paul Newman. I looked it up. It is NOT Paul Newman. This IS Paul Newman.

Paul Newman is hot.

The next episode of cribs ...

... may feature my potential new awesome pad. Let me just tell you some of the awesome amenities of my potential new crib:

1. One bedroom
2. One bathroom
3. One washer
4. One dryer
5. One ability to have a kitty
6. One commute that is longer by five minutes
7. One amount of seventy-five dollars more a month
8. One parking spot
9. One super hot upstairs neighbor
10. One super happy Diana

So, I have become aware of an apartment coming available at the end of July and it features many of the awesome things that I am looking for in an apartment. Mainly it has a washer/dryer and is hardly most expensive than what I'm paying now. Plus then I can get a kitten and start working on the life of being a crazy old cat lady. Sounds pretty promising I think. I already have a cat name picked out if it's a boy cat ... Finlaysin. Pronounced pretty much how it's spelled because I don't know how it's actually spelled. If it's a girl, I'm leaning towards Karen, like Karen O, or maybe Mrs. Butterworth. I like animals with people names and food names ... I'm a bit of a freak. So hopefully my friend who is moving out can get her landlady to let me move in. Time will tell eh?

Accountant Blog

Well, soon I will be blogging in a whole new way. A way that I literally never thought I would blog. Well in all honesty I thought that blogging was completely stupid and ridiculous up until, well probably a year after I had this blog. Now however, I will blogging about ... accountancy. Sweet deal eh? I'll be keeping you updated on IRS notices, job searches, QuickBooks classes, cute pictures of the dogs which I'm sure that I'll sneak in on accident on purpose. Should be an interesting little endeavor. After I've really established myself as a blogger about the ever fascinating world of crunching numbers and counting beans, and I've gained a really strong following, maybe I'll share a link here. Perhaps I'll even become a follower of my own blog. How lovely.

ah

Also with my baller lasagna I drank a bottle of wine and two busch lights. Woops!

I'm sorta awesome

I know that many people just read that title and said, "DUH," but you may be wondering why I am in fact so awesome. Let's be honest with ourselves, there are about 410 ways why I am so awesome (I have yellow shoes, I like weird books, I can whistle very well, I don't discriminate, just to name a few), but this post will focus on just the one. I am a vegetarian who is an amazing cook. Let's just break down a few of my baller recipes.

1. Cabbage salsa. A favorite on the east side and very very rarely (if ever) seen in Western Washington. You poor 206ers, 425ers, 360ers etc. etc. It's refreshing, vegan, awesome as a dip, a little salad and on or in pretty much any Mexican food.

2. Potato and black bean enchiladas, most recently made last weekend. Rice, jalapenos, roasted red potatoes, black beans, and lots of spiciness. Throw a little cilantro on top and you're golden. Or a little cabbage salsa...

3. Pepper and mushroom lasagna. It's just like my Mommy's except instead of sausage (yeah, the Duggans are baller, we don't even mess around with hamburger) I put peppers, mushrooms, onions, and crushed red pepper flakes inside.

Good lord, I'm a good cook. Seriously, why don't I have a boyfriend? Tell your friends how awesome. Their answer will undoubtedly be "DUH," but you can just throw this reason on top of the pile of other reasons.

Bang Bang

I've been saying church is crazy for YEARS. Also the south, the south is crazy.

LOUISVILLE, Ky. - A Kentucky pastor is inviting his flock to bring guns to church to celebrate the Fourth of July and the Second Amendment.

"We're just going to celebrate the upcoming theme of the birth of our nation," said pastor Ken Pagano. "And we're not ashamed to say that there was a strong belief in God and firearms — without that this country wouldn't be here."

Just kinda seems like a weird way to celebrate, maybe next they will hand out some small pox blankets and steal from minorities ...

Just saying!