I think it’s pretty evident now that I am kind of an asshole.

Evidence A: I wasn’t going to write tonight due to being EXTREMELY lazy and sleeping for about three hours after I got home from a particular uneventful and boring day at work. Although, dingos came up and T & L trying to figure out what one was almost caused me to crack a rib, I laughed so hard. “Is it a lizard? Ohhhh, it’s a donkey.” “It’s like on of those zebra things, right?”

Somedays I wish I could take you all to work with me so you could experience this glorious fuckery on your own.

Evidence B: So apparently “I am not getting in my car today” on Sunday meant “Hey, I’m coming over!” to Manfred. Not after six hours on a bus, bud. So sorry. So he came over to mine and installed my new shower. Win. I made vague promises to him while I was still on the bus, so he was slightly disappointed as I haven’t seen much of him in going on two weeks. Last night I had dinner with Ohio Dad and it wore me out so I went home and tore everything out of my bathroom and then realized I had no desire to put it back. Half of it is still in the hall. This is only part of why I’m an asshole.

Before I left work tonight, I promised the boyfriend I’d come over. Then I got home and realized I had shit to do to prepare for Chi’s visit this weekend. And when I went to pee I noticed I’d had my pants on backwards all day. What? Ok. FINE. LEGGINGS. I WAS WEARING LEGGINGS. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!? It’s like, legal pajamas, man. Whatever, I’m not defending myself to you. So yeah, leggings are on backwards. I take them off with the intention of turning them around, putting them back on, packing shit and heading down to the boy’s.

Then I realized my pants were off. I kind of have a rule…once the pants are off…yeah. So I did the responsible adult thing. I crawled into bed, ripped my bra off and called and told him I wasn’t coming down. This lead to a mild disagreement (read: argument. sort of. ish.) and I got all quiet and pissy and whatever.

I then fell asleep. This is after I promised him that by staying home tonight I would accomplish things! And then tomorrow we could watch True Blood and stuff.

I wake up at 9:00 to my mother hovering over me asking about risotto. I am so not hungry. Galby is acting up again and I figure it’s best to not eat. But then I think if I eat, maybe I will get energy and I can do things! So I go downstairs and unceremoniously scoop a spoonful of risotto out of the pot and into my mouth.

It was not tasty, ya’ll. Like…at all.

So I had waffles for dinner.

This is really going nowhere fast. I’m sorry.

I am trying to make myself sleepy again by writing. I intended to write about this weekend and I was even going to post pictures. OF MY FACE. Because, let’s be honest, ya’ll know who I am anyway, I should probably give up on the anonymous thing. I vaguely worry about getting dooced, but you know, they’d be pretty fucked without me and it’s no secret we ALL hate our lives/jobs currently.

So yeah. That.

What was I on about? Oh, this weekend.

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