So despite having a fairly shitty week, I have decided to just be happy. See? There, I've done it.
I also have $70 worth of muscle relaxers in the next room!
Apparently they don't carry a generic brand, so they'd better be good. And it says not to drink with them, so let's pop those babies open after this next glass of wine!
Ok, not so much. I wanted wine tonight with the honey chicken, so I'll save the doping for tomorrow. AND they can make you tired--just like I fucking knew would happen. You go to the doctor and they give you drugs, which 99% of the time, zap the shit out of you. Time to go back to the chiropractor to get my noggin kung-fu ninja-ed from side to side.
I've been having a major Scrubs craving lately, no idea why. Just popped in there. We left off on season 3, so I've added all of season 4 to my queue. Great stuff.
Oh, and before I forget, thank you SO MUCH Alex for passing along the Savage Love podcast. Regarding the last podcast and the one chick asking about the dick-sucking kittens...WTF?!?!?!? Omfg, words totally escape me and then some. I don't recall the last time I was that speechless. Inasmuch as I dislike most people, every once in a while, there's a special kind of idiot that still manages to stun me. Great podcast, check it out!
I noticed the FAA was having a tiny little problem with, oh I don't know, every flight in America today...have I mentioned lately how happy I am not to be working for an airline anymore? Nearly as thrilled that no one I know nor myself was stuck at the airport today. How tedious...like it's not bad enough. The only way it's worse is if you're in Houston or...dethroning Houston as shit airport #1 this year would be...Atlanta, congratulations, come get your trophy, formed in whatever shape makes it easier to repeatedly rape people in the ass and then ask them hurry up and get out of the way.
I'm not bitter. (FYI, though I've never been there myself, Miami always had by far the worst rep from everyone I spoke with...I don't know what they do to people at MIA, but watch the fuck out, that's all I'm sayin').
It's dinner time, I'll stop ranting now.
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