I still haven’t moved to get ready.  I just listened to Blink 182 and Girl Talk for like 25 minutes.  Sometimes I crack myself up.  What to wear, what to wear…

Earthquake

There was an earthquake this morning.  I didn’t know what was going on and then Tayler was like, “We just had our first earthquake together.”  And then we laughed for a while as the ground rumbled a little more.  It was really funny.  Then I forgot about it until just now.  It’s laundry morning Monday so I’m allowed to forget things.

I’m definitely getting sick so I called Dr. Olivia and now I’m meeting my pharmacist at the Jamba Juice.

I just heard a man tell his daughter, “Now, you can have a hot chocolate or a Jamba Juice. I hope that child makes the right decision.

The new word to describe 3 days (or half a week) is a “bit.”. As in, Japanther is visiting in two weeks and a bit.

A case of the mondays

It is technically Wednesday, but it was really one of those Mondays you get so tired of hearing everyone bitch about but continue to bitch about yourself because it’s a very relatable subject about which to bitch and fuss.  Here is why it was bad:

1)  My irreverence and inability to tell when it’s appropriate to say something was the catalyst for another coworker’s decision to quit.  I think my other coworkers are kind of grateful because he was a dick, but it’s a bummer that my idiocy is to thank.  I feel really bad about it actually.

2) Some cunt-faced bitch made me cry.  She didn’t have a cunt face and she probably wasn’t a bitch, but she did bring me to tears, which is actually pretty hard to do nowadays at work.  Getting rejected so many times a day has helped me build up a strong tolerance to assholes, but this woman brought me to tears at her door step.  And for that, I’m gonna say that I hope that that fucking bitch feels good about herself.  She probably does, which grosses me out most—she thinks she is doing me a favor.  I understand not wanting to deal with people who come to your door or give to another charity or any of the frustrations that come with door-to-door shit, but really, she didn’t have to take it as far as she did.  Basically, she took all insecurities I’ve had for the past year and made them real.  That’s hard to do too because I’m a deeply paranoid and neurotic individual and not much of the shit I think or feel is real, but now that I’ve had this stranger bring them up for me, I see they are real and that’s really what people do think of me.  I have so much to say about this, so many lines to draw, so many points to prove, so many plans to hash that involve filling her yard with cock socks, pocket pussies, and philosophy texts, but in the long run, it’s not worth the energy, especially when I could be watching the newest episode of GG.

3)  Everyone has to have a work crush.  It makes going to work exciting.  I thought it was work crush day, but it wasn’t, so I did my hair for nothing except to have some bitch harass me about not going to college.  Though I did go to college, and she still found something wrong with that.  Anyway, fuck you work crush, fuck you.  

4)  Maybe it’s because I buy earphones at Rite Aid, but I am on my 3rd pair in just as many months.  Now I obviously can’t do ANYTHING tomorrow until I get a new pair.   As if.  

Good thing about the day:

My coworker and I rode home on the N together and played “Switch iPods” which I was nervous about because if one were to judge me by my music, they would think I read Tiger Beat and J17, shop exclusively at a Hot Topic in Omaha, Nebraska, and constantly watch the Disney Channel.  I warned him about this.  However, he did not warn me about the porn I would find if I went through his pictures.  This is a good lesson for those who ever play Switch iPods and have an iTouch or something that makes you say, “ooh pictures!”  Make sure you check your porn status, and if you have a porn status, own it, or hope you’re at least with someone who will pretend they didn’t see anything.