Friday, January 28, 2011

Weekend, we meet again

It's Fridaaaaaaay!!! Thank you, God!

Although today started out kinda rocky, as my days usually do, I'm still in a pretty good mood. However, I've come to the realization, once again, that 7 a.m. is just too damn early to be awake.. much less functioning on no caffeine, alcohol, or drugs of some sort.

Morning was pretty typical.. for me at least. Wake up, rush rush rush, try to make it out the door while the dog is running around like a crackhead, tripping me, tripping himself. SN: I'm starting to wonder why I still have this dog.. I kinda hate the little fucker. A few weeks ago I actually contemplated tying his leash to a post on the side of the road and leaving him there. Of course, my mom made me feel like an asshole about that too (I'm starting to realize she's pretty great at that..) and the only thing I could say was, "Well.. I was gonna leave a note too.."

So.. after falling over 6 lbs of annoying all morning, I run outside just to realize that every window on my car is completely covered in ice. Annnnnd.. I'm gonna be late for work. So why not turn up the music, fist pump it out and get super happy to be alive? Done and done :)

Now I'm at work, super NOT happy to be here.. but glad it's Friday. However, I'm seriously starting to question the direction that my life is taking. The first thing that worries me is my facebook profile. Sometimes I like to stalk myself (it's not weird, I'm sure lots of people do it.. or at least that's what I tell myself so I feel better about it) and I learn a lot about myself. For instance, on my "People Who Inspire Me", the first person listed is Lil Wayne. I'm not really sure how I feel about this. I also don't remember putting that there but as much as I drink.. I don't put anything past myself anymore.

Something else that concerns me is my recent obsession with Jersey Shore. On the rare occassion that I actually stay in and don't drink, one of my newest sober activities is watching old episodes of Jersey Shore. It makes me feel like I'm partying when I'm not. And now I even watch while getting ready to go out.. like it's inspiring or something. What does this say about me? I'm glad no one can answer that. Yep, secret's out.. I love fist pumping the night away, totally annihilated, barely conscious at times.. & no one can stop me!

I think I just outdid myself on pointless bullshit in one post. TGIF!

(Jen Collins, I hope you DO read this.. so that you'll know I'm enjoying your hardcore thug rap music hour at work while the boss is out. But you're still a bitch :) Yeah.. I did just talk shit on my blog)


  1. fist pumping and jersey need to get out more...

  2. Dogs are a pain in the ass. Especially small ones. They're like having a kid, except they never get to the point of full autonomy. I remember my parents going out of town once when their current dog was still a puppy. Got home from work around 1:30AM and the dog was being obnoxious while I was just trying to wind down. 2:00 AM: the dog jumps up on my bed and takes a proud piss right in the center like it's her job. I almost taught that dog how to fly (almost.. lol). I'm apparently a very nice person until you piss on my bed. :p

    P.S. Not sure why I shared that.
    P.P.S. It's perfectly okay to stalk yourself. Nice job on the entertainng blog, btw.

  3. Considering he tried to eat an entire roll of toilet paper this morning.. he DID fly. And how he's mad at me. But, like all males, he'll get over it and come around when he wants something from me.