It’s 6:30am and I just got home from the gym. I had to type the word “home” 4 times before I got it right. I’m still a little light headed. Apparently I’m too fat for working out.
Seriously – this feels like drunk blogging. Minus the booze. And the boobs.
Speaking of boobs…
I was on stikcam last night. I even managed to add yet another thing to my sidebar last night so you can all watch me. I know how you love to watch me. (Wow, I get cocky when I’m exhausted drunk, don’t I?) Anyway – I even recorded some of it. Some really boring ass parts of it. But I always wanted to know what the fuck stikcam looked like before I was on it. And I thought maybe some of you did too. And… well… anyway… it’s there, OK?
What else was I gonna tell you?
Ah yes, I made my husband breakfast this morning. Which wouldn’t be worth reporting except that I never make my husband breakfast. And he tried to kill me yesterday by parking my car in the middle of a vast expanse of iciness mine field death trap.
And do you know what? I never make my husband breakfast. I made it the day after he tried to kill me and I screamed at him for it. And he ate it. He ate it. And gave me that “oh my God my wife is soooo sweet” look. How stupid is that? How fearless and naive and foolish?
It’s too bad I don’t have the balls to match my bitch.
So that’s it. That’s me for the morning. I would stress, but I actually thought about my post yesterday and like 7 people read it. Where the fuck did all you people go anyway?? And I’m like 6 months down in the queue to get re-reviewed at IT2M. And so… yeah. That’s it.
Peace out. Or something.