At “The Lodge” with dead animal heads randomly lying about on tables, walls, under desks, etc. My boyfriend is B.M.O.C. down here and has the Georgia-Specific monicker of “Skooter”. Right now he’s fielding requests to be partners in pool with 7 or 8 different people. Happy Birthday Love, hope you enjoy it. Meanwhile, I’ll be snarkily updating my Tumblr. and getting drunk off boxed wine.
Thousands of things half-packed in anticipation of tomorrow’s road trip. Waking up at 5:00 to finish packing, go to the bank and do grocery shopping, pack the car and fuel-up to be on the road to Georgia at 7.
Problem is, we’re staying in a cabin and we’re not taking a motor home this year. Which means, I literally have to pack a kitchen, my week’s worth of wardrobe, both of our riding gear, sleeping stuff, my shoes and electronics into a 97 Buick.
Let the Christmas Vacation begin..
Him: Are you mad?
Her: Mad? No. Just upset. Upset at the deal-breaking bitch that I want to murder with joy for ruining something so awesome between us.
I was Googling “late afternoon early evening snack” attempting to find something healthy to eat before I leave for work. At this point in the day I’m starving and crash hard when I get home. This induces naps before bedtime and unhealthy ravenous dinners. Coffee at that hour keeps me energized but I have trouble sleeping at night, and I’m fat. Instead of getting results for options on a hunger-busting, energizing food solution I found myself perusing historical accounts of British snacking and dining schedules.
Somebody likes something I did that one time.
I’m not insane. It’s my stuff. I’ve stared at it for countless credit hours of classes, business trips, wasted work days, etc. I’d know if it was missing. I’m not adept enough to know why it’s there to necessitate me ever removing it for anything. It’s been to two continents, and several hundred cities. I’m not crazy. OKAY?!
I’m staying an hour drive from the city from the day after Christmas to New Years day. Anything R.E.M. Or Indigo Girls related is a plus. One night sleepover optional.
No effort whatsoever has gone into this, I joined as a favor. I’m leading in points so I’m probably gonna win the waiver money. There’s more drama with these boys over football than I ever imagined. Fielded a conspiracy phone call this morning from the guy I beat. They’re getting dirty. Thanks for listening to this boring announcement.
I’m online on laptop.. attempting first ever cross-pollination of Dropbox files from work computer.
Has anyone ever heard of having a laptop rebuilt and then it comes back to you with your Microsoft Office software no longer being genuine?!
I purchased my D610 with pre-installed Microsoft Office. It died, was rebuilt, then came back to me and didn’t pass the authenticity test. I’m kind of freaking out right now.
They decided to keep my wifi card. No internets for me at home STILL. I want to strangle someone.
You can’t go anywhere in Cleveland without a reminder. A brother’s love runs deep and it almost makes me okay with hating Christmas too. Rough day in Hippie land.
Two simultaneous notebooks - for writing notes about the notes, five black pens and one pink.
An acquaintance’s Christmas tree looked like a Mardi Gras dancer wearing a party dress with lights AND a scarf just fucked a pine tree with lights and had a baby. If I had a better phone than a blackberry I’d give you the photo now. Alas, will post the fabulous hideous party explosion from the PC tomorrow.
Kid: Uncle Casie how did you pay for your camper?
Uncle Casie: With money.
Kid: How’d you get money?
Uncle Casie: Work.
Kid: I’m gonna sue you.
Me: I just woke up from this dream.
Him: *sleepily surfaces into consciousness* ..yeah, what was it?
Me: Well it started when we were going to a party with all of our friends, and we were standing in the kitchen looking at mountains and mountains of food, and we couldn’t even imagine where it was all coming from. Fruit, veggies, meats, there were entire freezers of food inside the cupboards. We needed to leave but we couldn’t even begin to consider how to pack it all up and take it with us..
Me: And my dad was there, and my sister was there, and we were feeding them…
Him: Your dreams are weird. *zzzzzzzz….*
Me: Well, you did ask..
I should be sleeping.
I’m not a huge sports fan, but this sounds just like Cleveland/Akron and Mr. James. Minus the public nationwide “in-your-face-Cleveland” rub.
I love these types of posts. I’m a meat-and-potatoes gal myself but can eat anything. However, it seems like every other person I know has an allergy or lifestyle choice that impairs holiday relations.
after I answer the telephone to initiate a conversation with me (at work). If you don’t start talking, I’m going to hang up on you.
Wow. My first ever Tumblr. question and my first Anon. How special.
The depths of self-doubt and retaliationary deviousness know no bounds. I hate myself for the lengths that I go to. I do it to prove myself right. I dig, and I do it far and deep and hate myself for doing it. In the end I am always proven right. And the next morning I wake up and justify reasons for why I shouldn’t believe in my own deceitful-finding intuition. If only I was Shiva. If only I was wrong. I wish I could eat the world and create it anew. This is supposed to be a truth but the only thing I am confessing to is my own insecurities and self-deceptions; not the outward manifestations of my inner insanities.
My one bottle of vitamin water was not sufficient to keep me from dying in a parking lot. The celery did. It compensated for the dehydration and empty stomach.
Thank You Client who sucks up because his rent is late.