Final count on the Calendar of Depression:
- The letter W (for weights) appeared a total of 8 times.
- The letter C (for cardio) appeared a total of 12 times.
- The letter D (for drinking) appeared a total of 5 times.
There’s almost no where to go but up!
Read this : Nice.
I can never sum up an evening better than Snippy.
We are making friends in the funniest ways with this kickball thing. I couldn’t be happier that we did it. Every game goes by pretty quickly, but the Happy Hours go on and on. Makes sense to me.
That and, yes, since I have no job having something to actually do once a week is nice too.
I apparently am the only one that didn’t know this…don’t know why I’m even telling y’all.
They are having a “Grand Opening Celebration” this weekend…
MK informs me that is where one goes in high school to buy alcohol and they just say “you 21?” and then give it to you. Would have been good to know, 4 years ago…
Mom tells me today, “I like reading Snippy’s blog better.”
Me: “But you’re my MOM.”
Mom: “But she does stuff.”
So: Anyone want to take me dancing? Or start a fight? Nah. I’ll get over it. Maybe.
These are the things the Gables does with all that money I throw at them in rent:
(if you don’t know me, by “I”, I mean the man I’m married to that pays the bills)
- Miscalculate their books
- Make me pay for water
- Not fix things on time when I ask
- Hold my packages 4 months before giving me notice
- Pay someone too old to work to be our “Security Guard”
- The Poop Patrol. Seriously, they PAY people to clean up after the animals of the idiots here that won’t clean up after their own animals.
Since I don’t have a dog, or lay on the grass around here, I think this is the biggest waste of money on the earth. I’ve seen places that have happy hours. COMPLIMENTARY ones. There’s a thought.
I met this guy (on the internet) and I paid him ($35,000)* and the result?
I’m on Austin Bloggers Pub!!!!!!!!!!!!
What that means to you: Yes, you should click the link and check it out.
Yes, you should still come here so that I increase my hit count.
Yes, you should be prepared for the post in the very near future when he fires me from something I don’t even think you CAN get fired from…
Yes, you are EXCITED.
*no, I didn’t REALLY pay him, and I don’t have any money to loan you.
Well, considering that we’ve seen my friendly advice is all but worthless
(aka I SUCK AT THAT), from now on, I’ll use emo boy band lyrics to try to help:
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
So a day when you’ve lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold
(In case of confusion… this is to imply you are awesomely strong and will be ok in light of recent bad news and I love you.)