Tierrie...

They are coming....

(omnimous muzik)


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On a separate note, I'm quite disturbed that lately, many of my blogs have been very Tierrie-centric. Not only does this reek of sadness, but is also an indication of the empty state of my social life here on the other side of the world that I must reach out across the Pacific (or Atlantic? it's got to be one of them oceans. I just want to say that when I was 15, I won a prize for Geography when I was in school. OK?) to the bloody States for content.

For example, yesterday I found myself covered in flour, reeking of butter. Baking, not one, but multiple cakes and cookies. I am turning into a Domestic Goddess (or judging from the baking results, a minor deity).

I DO NOT bake. I am NOT a Domestic Goddess. But something strange is going on.

Today, I am on leave. And WHAT do I find myself doing on these rarest of days? Blogging. Whipping myself up a very creamy thick hot chocolate for breakfast. Taunting my dog ("You are sOOooOOO fat" but she does not care because she has very high self esteem). Blogging. And now I'm going to the SUPERMARKET, to buy GROCERIES.

Hormonal.

I think I need change again. This cycle kind of turns around once every two years. Which is incredibly destructive for resume building:

Interviewer: Hmmm... I see that you've never really stayed more than 2 years at a job...
Me: Yes. Is that a problem? (bambi eyes)
Interviewer: Why is that?
Me: I was turning into a Domestic Goddess... it was terrible. I don't want to be a Domestic Goddess.
Interviewer: Alright then... what do you want to be?
Me: Optimus Prime.

Me, all dressed up and ready to party