Disclaimer: This post will make absolutely no sense. I'm a vegetable. Asparagus. Yeah, you don't like it that your pee smells funny, but I taste good and I'm long and lean. Eat me.
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Workouts: Well that trainer that has been subbing for my regular one has some kind of anti-poultry thing. Or else she's a sadist. Or both. She told me after killer legs/abs workout tonight, "30 minutes on the treadmill." (Yay, easy stuff!) "Running."
Fuck that shit, I walked fast. Most of the time.
Budgets: I curse the American economy and the plight of the USD. My most-nights prayers have started to include interest rates and worry over the fact that by the end of 2008, some 28 million Americans will be using food stamps. I'm hungry for some bacon and eggs, by the way.
WoW: Of course you know there wouldn't be a few days (ahem, hours) go by that I wouldn't mention my progress on my mage. I leveled to 60 in 4 hours and got my fast mount. I also ran a rather ridiculous quest to get pig polymorphing but the thing is buggy, and I had to file a ticket. Who knows if I'll get the pigginess? I can't repeat the quest and now I'm pissed. Still, it was cool seeing all those dead sheep. God, I need some sleep!
Makeup/Skincare/My Other Obsession: Let's not mention there are three pairs of shoes still sitting in their boxes in the trunk of my car (I'm helping the economy, give me a break!). Now I've signed up to do some "market research" (i.e., I'm going to Barney's for their summer thingie and get my makeup done). There is a $105 serum I simply must have. I'm using food stamps. (Okay, SO not funny. VERY bad Chicken.)
Worry: Should I leave that food stamps joke in here? Will I end up on food stamps for doing so? Is that how karma works? Now I'll never be able to go to fucking sleep!
Profession: I have decided that in my next career move, I will go into the liquor business. No matter how bad the economy is, people still drink. In fact, because it's in the crapper, they are drinking more. No, this isn't some scientific statistical bullshit, it's my observation. Pour me a cocktail, honey...
Insomnia: It sucks. I can't get to sleep. I don't want to play WoW, I'm too tired to do crunches (but I really need to). I can't figure out how I ended up scoring 50% gay. I'm bothered by the fact I'm half-anything. Who wants to be 50 percent? It's all or nothing, babies! Half is for the birds.
Well, hell. I'm a chicken. That explains it.
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I hope you get some sleep soon. I have no clue what you are talking about in Wow and the dead sheep.
Good point about a career in liquor.
Someone once told me that being able to smell asparagus pee is a genetic trait and not everyone can smell it (or have it happen to them). I guess I am a freak like you because the process happens and is instantaneous for me. 15 minutes my ass according to WedMD...try 2.
Finally got on to WoW last night. Saw you were online, tried to come look for you. Didn't know what in the hell I was doing. lol Ended up getting ganged up on by some huge character and one of hos beeyotches. Died a horrible death.
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