that girl is so dangerous

So last night my parents got a new dog. It's a...drawing a blank...half jack russell half..weiner dog which I can't spell what they're really called and it's too early for a google mission. Anyway, mom decided since the brother is moving out and taking the cats that her dog might get lonely. Thus, welcome to the family Max. (Pictures will eventually be posted, I'm sure. I just forgot my camera and phone last night)...

Once I got home last night (which was much later than I intended) I got into this worry wort state. I had told VoR earlier I was feeling anxious about tonight and meeting up with Juan the Olayer (because I still can't decide which I want to call him. Tonight will probably make that decision for me). Don't get me wrong, I have a very realistic expectation that this whole thing will go no where. It'll just be a nice state of being that someone else paid for my normal weekend movie. I just can't turn off that stupid little Disney voice in the back of my head. (In case anyone wonders, it's Belle's voice off Beauty and the Beast. She's tied with Ariel for my favorite princess.)

Moving along, I woke up this morning in a bit of a panic. I set my alarm for the wrong time so I was running a full 30 minutes late. This state of panic was also added to because of my worry about tonight and if he'll show up and if he'll be a douchebag. In a rush I flipped on the radio and went into a frenzy to get ready for work. As I was stressing over what I was going to wear all the sudden the song "Dangerous" by Akon came on. Though I seriously didn't have the time, I found myself dancing around to it like a fool. It was that moment when I remembered, hey, I'm dangerous, so dangerous. Why would I forget something like that? It's put me in a different state of mind where I'm pretty sure I'll be just fine...no matter if things work out with the guy or not.

Now, time to focus...right after this cup of coffee.