Not The Favorite
Friday, July 20, 2007
Dick All
Fuck, how do you fix blogger's block?? ANYONE???? I haven't written anything remotely interesting or funny in what seems like forever. I'm pissing myself off because not only do I love to write funny things, but I also love to go back and read those funny things over and over, thinking to myself "God I'm hilarious! How do I do it??"
I'm going to have to go and stir up some shit just so I get some new material.
Last week, I was in Halifax for work. I got on the elevator to leave for the day and a guy got on the next floor down. Seemed normal enough until he wouldn't stop telling me how pretty my hair was. Gotta tell ya, it was a bit creepy being stuck in a little box for 8 floors with some freak infatuated with my hair. "Is that your natural color? It's really pretty. It suits you. I love red hair. Etc..." Reminds me of this conversation "It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again."
I'm going to have to go and stir up some shit just so I get some new material.
Last week, I was in Halifax for work. I got on the elevator to leave for the day and a guy got on the next floor down. Seemed normal enough until he wouldn't stop telling me how pretty my hair was. Gotta tell ya, it was a bit creepy being stuck in a little box for 8 floors with some freak infatuated with my hair. "Is that your natural color? It's really pretty. It suits you. I love red hair. Etc..." Reminds me of this conversation "It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again."
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
I've Said It Before But...
A couple of weeks ago, my sister asked me jokingly if I only drink when I'm trying to get drunk or if I ever have a couple of drinks socially. The sad part is I rarely drink socially mainly because it only takes a couple of beer to make me forget my limit. Also, after one drink my cheeks turn into big red neon sign "Drunk right here!"
I went out this past weekend and only wanted to have a couple of beers and go dancing. Puhlease, like that happened. I have no idea how many I had at the bar, not a clue. Not even an inkling of how many. I really hate it when that happens because the next day, I feel like crap and a bad mom because I can't bring myself to get off the couch, let alone play with Lauren.
So, I'm done. I don't even really like the taste of liquor, the bar scene blows and my body just can't deal with it anymore.
That and a few things happened that I'm really, really, really hoping were a bad dream. Really hoping.
I went out this past weekend and only wanted to have a couple of beers and go dancing. Puhlease, like that happened. I have no idea how many I had at the bar, not a clue. Not even an inkling of how many. I really hate it when that happens because the next day, I feel like crap and a bad mom because I can't bring myself to get off the couch, let alone play with Lauren.
So, I'm done. I don't even really like the taste of liquor, the bar scene blows and my body just can't deal with it anymore.
That and a few things happened that I'm really, really, really hoping were a bad dream. Really hoping.
Labels: Drinking
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Jenn: "Sweetie, come look at my Simpsons avatar."
Jon: "Bob hair cut and no lips. Perfect."
Labels: Misc.
