Poop

It's one of those weeks. I'm bummed out. Horribly bummed out. All I wanna do is have some fun hide away and watch bad television. I wanna lie in bed and cry until I can't cry no more. But I keep comin' back to Weasel Central instead. Dammit.

Now I know it sounds so very dramatic and whatnot, but really, it's just about my Monday appointment. I'm finding it almost impossible to psyche myself up for it. Honestly, I've already been through it once. I know it's gonna hurt like a mutha fuckah on fire. But I'm nervous all over again. I can't sleep, I'm more emotional than a pregnant lady (trust me, they're crazy), I've got massive headaches and gawd dammit, if I don't stop grazing I'm going to turn into a fucking cow. Oh the joys of stress.

Yee haw.
I'll be better by next Tuesday, so I think I'm gonna stop posting until then. No one needs to hear me whine (other than the gal...heh). I'll give all y'all the update next week.

Heh. Ooops

I kinda showed the gal the blog today (she caught me reading Styrofoamkitty at my desk). Thankfully, I am not dating a computer geek (that's my title), so I'm not really worried about her checking it out all that often...also, it's not like I really talk about her all that much. Right?

Though I suspect she will want to sit down and read through it one day. Unless I distract her. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Gonna go and buy some fire crackers now.

More fun with pretty stars

*my eyes are on FIRE.

*my home looks like it's been bombed. The joys of impulsively buying new furniture from IKEA and not having enough time to put it all together and get the old shit crud stuff out.

*even though I slept like a baby (with the gal at my side), I'm still effin' exhausted. I blame Weasel Central.

*I need to use my erg more

*I need to move my erg out of the living room. I'm constantly tripping on it.

*The cats enjoy the erg more than I do. Yes, the honeymoon is over. It's down to the nitty gritty workouts now.

*I cancelled my gym memebership last week. I feel like I've won the lotto.

*I wrote a really snarky letter in order to cancel my gym membership. I feel like I won Miss USA.

*got another appointment for the fun wow needle torture. March 1st is approaching a bit too fast for my liking

*I just found out that I am the last one to find out what my motherfuckin' minions are up to

*and when I question why I am the last one to find out what my motherfuckin' minions are up to, people act all surprised that I need to know. Uh huh.

*yes, I need to find a new job. AGAIN.

S'all good.
And I'm still in love.
With the gal.
And the Spawn of Satan.

Happy Friday the 13th, y'all. It rocks harder than Valentine's Day.

Sigh

Right.

Had a bit of a tiff with the gal today. The first really good one since we started dating. All followed by hours of chatting about "us" and what we're gonna do in the future and other fun stuff.

What did I learn from all this?
I am madly in love.
Funny, isn't it?

Now I have to wait hours to tell her that.
Yay me.
Poop.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and spend some quality time with my erg.

Love is in the erg

Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to the new love of my life.
We'll call him Spawn of Satan for now.

That's what the cats are calling it.
Especially when I'm ridin' it.
Buah ha ha.

My gal's already jealous.
Methinks they might duke it out for my affections.

Aiiiiight.
Enough of my bitching and wallowing.
Go to Brain's site and read the most beautiful and moving piece ever written. Honestly.

Woo

Yup. I live. I know, that was the most exciting statement I've made since, well, January 29th.

I haven't really had anything to say in over a week. Heck, I don't think I've really got much to say now.

Still fighting to get another appointment made. Man, customer service sucks ass in Canada. Whoever said Canadians were friendly never spoke to a lab technician. Ouch. They're super mean. Really. This lady was ruder than me to me and I didn't know what to say to her. Well, other than "um, thanks. Have a great day." Yee haw.

Oh yeah. And I went away with the gal last weekend. It was absolutely AMAZING! Time out of the city is great on its own, but with someone you're crazy about? Fan-fuckin-tastic. Awww yeah.

Right. Gonna go and find a tattoo design. Brain, get ready, we're getting inked this spring!