2008

Today, the universe hates me

Why would I make such claims you might ask? Maybe this is best explained in bullet points.

First, though, let me say that it's okay to laugh. Yeah, I'm mad but I'm also laughing.

Today in our office it is 10 degrees below zero. Which is 10 degrees colder than usual. My sweater means nothing today.
Storms are rolling in and out like crazy.
I am on a diet. But sometimes, I just need some junk food. Today happened to be one of those days. It was dark out, but it was not raining. I jetted across the street to McDonalds. If I'm gonna splurge, I'm going big. So, gimme a number 2 (QPC meal) and oh yeah, let me have a Key Lime pie too. Yeah, it's piggish but I've had practically nothing but Weight Watchers food for three weeks now. Money handed over and back to the office I go. But guess what, now it's raining and raining hard. I pick up the pace a bit. All of a sudden, my bag seems a little lighter. Why? WHY? WTF?!?!? The bottom fell out of the bag placing my french fries, QPC, ATM card, telephone and Key Lime pie on the ground in a puddle. My exact reaction?
MOTHERFUCKER!! The bums standing around loved that one.
Bums were kind enough to pick it up and silly enough to ask me if I was gonna eat that. Are you kidding me?!?! People piss on these streets and this little bit of rain isn't enough to clean it up. I don't care if it's still in the box, it's in a PUDDLE!
$7 down the drain. Literally.
Now I'm back in the office – cold, wet, and without my junk food, eating what? You guessed it, another Weight Watchers meal.

Life's a bitch and then the universe grabs the bottom of your Mickey D's bag.

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Self Portrait Saturday

Photoshopped on Sunday.

Collage

So I'm bored.

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Friday the 13th….I’m baaaaaack

But there will be no ROCO because I'm just not feeling it. You may want to just skip over this post altogether because it will be full of things that I just need to get out there.

I believe that 3 years is a decent amount of time to give something a try. That said, Miami sucks. No matter what you've seen on television, that's television, and living here, well, as PittGirl would say, is church. (Thanks for the shout.)
Getting this piece of paper has become ridiculously important. It signifies more knowledge, more money, and more distance between me and south Florida.
<sarcasm> There is nothing more encouraging than a supervisor questioning your clothing choice of the day (that has been worn on many occasion previously) and stating, with an air of hopefulness in his/her voice, that you look as though you may have an interview today. </sarcasm>
I am dieting and it sucks. Why am I dieting? Because it is incorrect for a woman of 5 feet and 1.5 inches to weigh 140 pounds. Three weeks in and I have lost almost 9 pounds. That does not suck.
Possibly because of dieting, I have recently started forgetting things and have lost my ability to focus, even on things that I enjoy. This is bad.
I now have two gray hairs. At least they aren't visible.
Steve Jobs is the devil and on July 11, I will become one of his minions.
In four weeks and one day, I will be toasting the beginning of vacation. Parrot Bay and mango/pineapples all around.
I have a book rolling around in my head and I hope to push it out soon. It is taking up too much space. I think it's a good I'm-on-vacation-sitting-at-the-beach/pool-and-I-want-to-read-but-not-think kind of book.
Is it football season yet?!?! No? Well, in the meantime, go Marlins, I guess.
Does ANYONE think that I am coherent when I write?
The weekend is nearly upon us and guess what fun I have in store! Nothing like cleaning the house, eh?
Oh, by the way, how does one tell if one is depressed?
I am a crappy friend because I neglected to call one of my very best friends on his 30th birthday. My bad, Ant. Here's a shout out for your biz. If you live in the New Jersey or five boroughs, you should stop by and give that a shot. If you are female, even more so because the boys are eye candy.
I miss my friends who "get me" and let me be me. True friends are still your friends the day after you DDT them onto a concrete floor in a bar in Mexico.
Ohhhhh, almost forgot this gem. Kiddo's father, possibly one of THE biggest asshats moving around on two feet, had the ~~nerve audacity balls~~ non-functioning brain notion that I would add him as a friend on Facebook. HAHAHAHA. Just for kicks, I looked at his friends list. Know what it said? Dxxxx Kxxxxx has no friends. Well, DUH!
Mmm, right. Celebrity Circus on NBC. I have yet to watch the full episode but from the first three acts, well, not so much. I've seen (and taught) children to do more in a week.
I MISS MY CIRCUS STUFF!

You know, I've rambled on long enough regarding things that you, dear reader, aren't so interested in. I leave you with wishes for a happy weekend. Shyne on.

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