Over the weekend Break Boy happened to mention to me that it drives my boss insane if you crack your knuckles around him. Yesterday I had three meetings with him and I absent-mindedly cracked my knuckles in all of them. And then I kept realizing I was doing it and kept saying I was sorry. (I'm not sorry.)

I gave PiC one of my MOO cards so he could read my blog when I move away to the city. I have a feeling he has jumped the gun and started reading now. (Hi, PiC!!!!!~1!`1!1`!!!11111111!11) He's in charge of my going away party. There better be cake.

Random fact: I don't really like cake. Except the one he's getting me.

And, really, the rest of this post is very random too, so enjoy that…

Sometime last year I began to clean my innie belly button with minty toothpaste on the end of a moistened Q-tip because I can't stand it being dirty. (Genius, I know!) I also don't like my belly button being touched, most likely because I think of it as dirty. I wonder if I've changed my mind on this since I now clean it with toothpaste. Hmm. (No, this is not a public invitation for belly button touching. Try it and risk your fingers being broken.)

I like bugs. Like, a lot. I love to watch them crawl around. I find most bugs very beautiful and fascinating. If my mind enjoyed science a little better I'd most probably be a veterinarian, but have entomology as a hobby.

I applied to be a translator for the NSA one month before September 11th. I had started learning Arabic randomly. I was sad when I was sent the standard "you're not quite good enough, Random Citizen" letter. And then this one day planes were used as weapons and I was confused about if I should be happy I wasn't accepted or spiteful that the NSA should have chosen me because I could have saved all those people. Years later I know it's not my job to save everyone.

Speaking of saving everyone… I still don't understand why we have to save the cheerleader if she can't freaking DIE. Anyone? And, really, you need to have a very good explanation because I already don't believe you.

When I move I plan to do a lot of walking around to learn my way. I really think it's important to be able to get anywhere vital by walking. Even if that means walking to public transportation, that's still walking.

I like to sing songs. I stumbled across something I enjoy doing but never knew I did, and that's recording me in the dark singing songs. So far I've just been singing an intentionally off-key version of Istanbul, Not Constantinople over and over again. I really enjoy it. It's melancholic.

I did this! At 33! But that's not my postcard. And everyone who finds out that I went through the life changes I did sees in my face how happy I am and it makes them grin from ear to ear.

Thank you, I think they are too.

Happy birthday to Bearette (yesterday) and Shelli (tomorrow)!!!