So, I went to the store this week right? I'm standing in line and I see a child standing a few check stands away from me. This child locked eyes with me. Then slowly raised his hand and pointed at me with no expression on his face. It felt like an evil omen. Like he was saying "YOU! You're next to DIE!". I was terrified. Fer reals. I looked around to see if anyone else was seeing this. Maybe I was the only one that could see him....Of course, no one thought this death threat throwin kid was anything special to look at and when I looked back at him...he was still pointing! I might have nightmares about him...
Here's a question: Since when do we believe what the weatherman says? Just because he says the word "snow" we suddenly have faith in him? Come on people! We live in Portland. That guy is ALWAYS wrong! He says expect rain, it's sunny. He says it's gonna be warm and totally sunny, there are thunderstorms. I realize, that most people get excited about the possibility of snow, and there were legitimate snow storms all over the country, but really... Did it snow? Sure it did. Was it a snowpocalypse disaster? Not even close. So why did everyone expect me to be excited about a snow day that wasn't really a snow day? So now, the city is shut down and I'm expected to "enjoy" my snow day? I definitely enjoyed the extra hour and a half of sleep I got. I don't enjoy that my bathroom is the same temperature as outside. I don't enjoy the way people drive like actual brain dead zombies when they think the roads might be slick. I don't enjoy people assuming I'm upset that the snow didn't stick because I don't really care. If I want to play in snow I'll just take a short drive to the mountain and be actually prepared for the bitter cold. Basically, I'm the only person I know who is glad the threat of snow is over so people will go back to being normal. Sorry K, I know you love your snow and have been trying to get me to come to the light...but I just don't have love for the snow like you do. Now if you wanna talk to me about sand...That's a conversation I can get excited about!
The printer broke at work this week. As I was in the middle of a huge print job. I don't even do big print jobs often. So of course it decides to break when I'm trying to do something. Rude ass piece a cra......Erm...I mean, it jammed, and I tried to fix it but it fought back. I have scratches to prove it. I finally gave in and realized I'm not properly trained to slay evil printers, so I called a professional printer slayer. Or I tried to...The process to actually get someone to come look at the thing is an interesting one...by the time I had jumped through all the hoops it was close to 5 and the repair man decided I could wait until the next day. I wasn't even trying to get him to come out that day, I just wanted to schedule an appointment for him to come out the next day. The way people do business these days. I swear.
I've lost a total of 15 pounds so far guys! I am STOKED! The cravings for chocolate are definitely getting harder to handle, but I think I'm doing alright. Even my brow girl said my skin looks better. I'm not working out as much as I was earlier in the month since my dryer is still broken. Procrastinate much? Hey, repairs cost money and that's something I don't have much spare of right now since...
This time next week I'll be in Florida! I so can't wait! I'm going to visit my bestie J and we're going to see one of our favorite comedians live and play on the beach and party like rock stars! Ok, so maybe not really like rock stars, but we're definitely going to have fun. Did I mention the temp there is steady in the upper 70's and 80's? Jealous much?
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