Although if someone could tell me how to get paid for this gig, I’ll get right on it. (I’m only partially kidding. I could totally write more if money were involved.)

Anyway, I’ve been collecting up some thoughts over the last few weeks to write about; you know, just a “random thoughts” kind of post. Here’s what I’ve got so far:

1) There are about 1,500 fruit flies coming out of my garbage can at work. They never replace the bag unless I tie it up. And sometimes they don’t even empty all the contents. Note to self: Tie up the bag DAILY, not just weekly.

2) Sometimes it feels good to tell people how you feel, even if you end up doing whatever they want to do anyway. (Actually, it doesn’t. I always end up feeling bad afterward.)

3) How many times can I sit around pretending to read the same book?

4) When I’m crossing the street, waving at me while you’re driving straight at me STILL doesn’t give you the right of way. And if you’re taking a left at the corner, you should still look to your right, you JA. (If you don’t know what a JA is, then you clearly don’t talk to me enough.)

5) Quit taking up the entire sidewalk.

6) I’m not trying to run away from your dog, but I am trying to run without your dog chasing after me. Try to control that.

Is my brain that devoid of thoughts that this is all I could come up with? Actually, I’m often thinking “I should blog about this,” but then I don’t, and then I forget the whole thing. So this is a good start. Unless you find it completely boring, which you will because it is.

In other news, I have achieved a new personal running record: four miles without stopping for a walking break. Not much to some, and I take a long time to do it, but yay for me. And I finally got some new sneakers. Here are my old kicks, which are totally torn up (but I’ve left them at work for walking on my breaks):

And my new ones:

Fancy.

Also newsworthy: Last Friday, I was sick to my stomach all day at work because we had a thunderstorm; I was worried about what condition my apartment would be in when I got home. (Remember this?) And for once, I was correct to worry: The kitchen was all soily again, there was water under the stove, and my shower was filthy. (Miriam said her shower wasn’t too bad. Guess it was just slightly filthy.) Miriam called our landlord immediately while I cleaned and freaked out. Turns out she doesn’t give a crap; not only did she not answer at the emergency number she provided us, but also she didn’t call us back. So we’re done with that. We’d like to give our 60 days’ notice as of the first of the month (per our lease) and get out of here. Donations are welcome to help with this endeavor.

And now you’re all caught up. Another post will follow soon. Really.