I realize the importance of being patient. I really do. I also understand the reality that I don't have that gene. Truly. I'm so effing impatient that it annoys me to take the time to let the water warm up when I get in the shower. Most people don't like the feeling of freezing cold water on their cheeks (butt or face) first thing in the AM. The great thing? Yeah.. when I get in the shower and it's freezing, I get mad. What? Yeah. WTF. I know it's going to be cold, but apparently I'm too stubborn and impatient to to wait. So, my cheeks get slapped with cold pin-like water drops from my awesome shower head and I, in turn, am mad. Great way to start my day!
I have no patience for this blog right now. Guh.
10.24.2010
I hate my dogs
I wrote this awesome post about my anniversary dinner last night, but didn't post it. Why, you ask? Well my fucker dogs decided to hop all over my laptop and erase said post before I could actually post the most entertaining and provocative post yet. (did I say post?)
Not really, but those dogs did erase the post.
The short of it? The boy and I celebrated our 9 month anniversary yesterday. Yes, I still count months because it's cute and I enjoy it. Shut your piehole. We went for a fabulous dinner at Pappadeaux Seafood Kitchen where we ate like kings and had oysters, shrimp, catfish ,dirty rice and other accoutrement's. The boy was a champ and ordered this brownie of death and ate about a quarter of it before he almost exploded. I had a banana pudding that I almost died over. It was pretty rad. I'm pretty sure I had a foodgasm (unlike the one Meg Ryan and her old mouth had in When Harry Met Sally, but my very own personal moment). After we stuffed ourselves silly, we went back to his house and just chilled. All and all, it was a good night!
Up next, Hoo Hoo Dilly and I attempt to not die at the gym before we eat a balanced Weight Watchers meal. Yep. Trying to knock off some of this fluff before the holidays come around so I can just pack on the lbs again. What? Yeah. Whatever.
Not really, but those dogs did erase the post.
The short of it? The boy and I celebrated our 9 month anniversary yesterday. Yes, I still count months because it's cute and I enjoy it. Shut your piehole. We went for a fabulous dinner at Pappadeaux Seafood Kitchen where we ate like kings and had oysters, shrimp, catfish ,dirty rice and other accoutrement's. The boy was a champ and ordered this brownie of death and ate about a quarter of it before he almost exploded. I had a banana pudding that I almost died over. It was pretty rad. I'm pretty sure I had a foodgasm (unlike the one Meg Ryan and her old mouth had in When Harry Met Sally, but my very own personal moment). After we stuffed ourselves silly, we went back to his house and just chilled. All and all, it was a good night!
Up next, Hoo Hoo Dilly and I attempt to not die at the gym before we eat a balanced Weight Watchers meal. Yep. Trying to knock off some of this fluff before the holidays come around so I can just pack on the lbs again. What? Yeah. Whatever.
10.22.2010
I will pump you up + randoms = pumped randoms up yours
Feel the burn? I almost threw up because of said burn at the gym today. HOLY EFFING GOD OF WHORES was that hard. Seriously. Barf.
*whew* Glad that's out of the way.
I've had a few days of total chaos this week. I've done pretty well for the most part, but there's something on my mind that I'm hoping that you, my dear readers, can help me decipher.
WHY ARE PEOPLE IDIOTS??
I realized that maybe the caps lock key wasn't necessary, but it felt right..
I've dealt with some extraordinarily dumb people this week. Like the type of people where you wonder how they get out of bed in the morning. Or, how they don't slip and fall in the shower and don't have a life alert system to call out for help... I'm stupid and I fell down. I can't get up! I digress..
It never fails to shock me how people are incapable of making decisions for themselves and wait for someone else to do it for them. Then, these idiots get resentful of the people with the balls to make the decision. WTF. Seriously.. don't get it.
Another thing I don't get.. why can't people wait to make sure that what they flush in the bathroom actually goes down the shitter?? Do you really think I want to park my ass on the pearly white throne in my favorite stall when your residuals are still there? When you take up my favorite stall and mess it all up, it messes up my day. I'm a creature of habit. I like the same stall at the same time every work day. Your dumpy ass screws with that, my day is shot.
UGH. My ambien is kicking in. No more typie typie for me.
*whew* Glad that's out of the way.
I've had a few days of total chaos this week. I've done pretty well for the most part, but there's something on my mind that I'm hoping that you, my dear readers, can help me decipher.
WHY ARE PEOPLE IDIOTS??
I realized that maybe the caps lock key wasn't necessary, but it felt right..
I've dealt with some extraordinarily dumb people this week. Like the type of people where you wonder how they get out of bed in the morning. Or, how they don't slip and fall in the shower and don't have a life alert system to call out for help... I'm stupid and I fell down. I can't get up! I digress..
It never fails to shock me how people are incapable of making decisions for themselves and wait for someone else to do it for them. Then, these idiots get resentful of the people with the balls to make the decision. WTF. Seriously.. don't get it.
Another thing I don't get.. why can't people wait to make sure that what they flush in the bathroom actually goes down the shitter?? Do you really think I want to park my ass on the pearly white throne in my favorite stall when your residuals are still there? When you take up my favorite stall and mess it all up, it messes up my day. I'm a creature of habit. I like the same stall at the same time every work day. Your dumpy ass screws with that, my day is shot.
UGH. My ambien is kicking in. No more typie typie for me.
zomg
What has my life come to? I'm excited that it's Friday because it's JEANS DAY at work.
When the eff did I become a boring adult?
On a side note, I started working out again. I have a love/hate relationship with the gym. I love how I feel when I'm done, but I can't stand working out. Like.. it makes me mad. Not because it's hard. It's because I turn bright red and sweat like a whore in church. Seriously. Crazy. MAD. Not that you need to know this, but I mention it because it hurts to type right now. My arms and pectorals are on fire. Woot. Ouch.
I'm going to start posting some Video Blogs soon.. aka.. Vlogs. (not like you didn't know that..) Watch out world, I'm going to jam out with my clam out.
Commence with your day accordingly.
When the eff did I become a boring adult?
On a side note, I started working out again. I have a love/hate relationship with the gym. I love how I feel when I'm done, but I can't stand working out. Like.. it makes me mad. Not because it's hard. It's because I turn bright red and sweat like a whore in church. Seriously. Crazy. MAD. Not that you need to know this, but I mention it because it hurts to type right now. My arms and pectorals are on fire. Woot. Ouch.
I'm going to start posting some Video Blogs soon.. aka.. Vlogs. (not like you didn't know that..) Watch out world, I'm going to jam out with my clam out.
Commence with your day accordingly.
10.20.2010
Random work findings
So, I work in corporate america and find some hilarious habits/things that occur not only by myself, but many others.
-Prairie Dogging : When someone makes a noise or has food, everyone pops up out of their cubes like prairie dogs to see wtf is going on
-Going to the bathroom is a particularily special affair. You have to find the right stall, make sure no one can hear you and pee as quickly as possible for fear you might fart or do something else unsavory.
- Watching what you say: When you have to be PC, it's totally easy to make EVERYTHING inappropriate.
- Anyone can turn awful office chairs into Barcaloungers.
- Every office has a Milton, Homer Simpson and Peter Griffin.
I think that's the gist of it, but there is just funny shit that happens all of the time! Man.. this is some good shit..
-Prairie Dogging : When someone makes a noise or has food, everyone pops up out of their cubes like prairie dogs to see wtf is going on
-Going to the bathroom is a particularily special affair. You have to find the right stall, make sure no one can hear you and pee as quickly as possible for fear you might fart or do something else unsavory.
- Watching what you say: When you have to be PC, it's totally easy to make EVERYTHING inappropriate.
- Anyone can turn awful office chairs into Barcaloungers.
- Every office has a Milton, Homer Simpson and Peter Griffin.
I think that's the gist of it, but there is just funny shit that happens all of the time! Man.. this is some good shit..
10.16.2010
I don't even know if anyone reads this anymore..
It's okay if you don't... I'm not the most consistent blogger in the world. I'm just starting to feel this need to .. blog. I know, I know.. I say this every so often, but this time something feels different. I'm feeling more creative and grounded at the same time. Who knew such things could happen! Ha.
I'm directing a children's CHRISTMAS show (not holiday show) for Theater Works starting Monday. We've already got the cast together and my friend Dana is my SM. (Not sado-masochist, but Stage Manager, you perverts.. or proverts, since you're good at being pervs) My wonderful friend Chris Hamby has yet again given me an amazing opportunity to do what I do best and I can't thank him enough for it..
So, this blog will be up and running more now that it has been in the past. I haven't posted here in 3 years, soooo it's time to bring this motha-effa to life!
Enjoy the archived posts. I'm a riot when ya piss me off!
Lurve.
I'm directing a children's CHRISTMAS show (not holiday show) for Theater Works starting Monday. We've already got the cast together and my friend Dana is my SM. (Not sado-masochist, but Stage Manager, you perverts.. or proverts, since you're good at being pervs) My wonderful friend Chris Hamby has yet again given me an amazing opportunity to do what I do best and I can't thank him enough for it..
So, this blog will be up and running more now that it has been in the past. I haven't posted here in 3 years, soooo it's time to bring this motha-effa to life!
Enjoy the archived posts. I'm a riot when ya piss me off!
Lurve.
10.15.2010
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