Friday, January 30, 2009

Come on down

This is going to be one of those posts that is truly about nothing because I. Am. Fucking. Tired.
I didn't post here yesterday because it was a crazy day and, plus, I used my personal blog time to fill out a really stupid survey on Facebook. I do have a love/hate relationship with that damn thing.

Today I was almost going to write an open letter to Ashton Kutcher for being such a douchebag but I decided it would take too much effort. He's all in a tizzy because his next door neighbor has been building a house for several months, and they start early in the morning, waking him from his beauty rest. Listen. If you're being woken at 7:30 in the morning on a Wednesday by construction in your rich ass neighborhood, you should either A) get down on your rich, spoiled ass knees and thank SWEET JESUS that you didn't have to get up at 6:30 and go to your desk job and have your soul sucked out little by little every day. B) buy some fucking earplugs. C) opt to stay in a hotel for a while. It's not exactly going to break the bank. D) Take a vacation. A little time on the French Riviera and I'm sure you'll be right as rain.

So yeah.

I thought about writing about how I am a Wheel of Fortune CHAMP. I am so good at Wheel of Fortune, it's not even funny. But that's all there really is to say about that.


It is Friday. What a glorious thing, Friday. I plan to go home, put on a pair of really comfortable socks, and slip into a coma. Happy Friday to you. Have a lovely weekend. See you Monday.


  1. Did you have any military training?

    You cuss like a drill sergeant. :)

  2. Close. I married the cussiest cusser of them all. Plus I'm rebelling against my churchy upbringing.