"Oh, wouldn't the world seem dull and flat with nothing whatever to grumble at? "
Subtitled: I’ve got a lot of random shit to say, and I’ll be sittin’ pretty in New York City (I rhymed. Awesome) this weekend, so there.
I’m having my first bit of cottage cheese ever. And then I threw up a little bit. You see I have an aversion to poison ivy, silver, and things that are chunky/worm like (linguine) going down my throat. Cottage cheese falls in the ‘things that are chunky’ category. I figured, “hey I’m an adult now, Cottage cheese is good for you”. No it just made me want to vomit. No more cottage cheese. Ever. The end.
This first bit of cottage cheese was had in the middle of an endless amount of work and oh my god I am drowning under excel spreadsheets. Yuck. I’m doing deep breathing exercises and thinking Prague. Pilsner Urquell. Being many many pounds lighter. Happy happy thoughts.
Your girl HB, has been doing some running and hasn’t had a Salt & Vinegar chip (which I miss, oh so very much) in about two weeks. This has led to weight loss. Give her a pat on the back. Go me.
Oh so, 30 seconds ago when I was lamenting on how much I despise Excel…yeah, I’m reneging on that one. What I dislike is my severe ineptness and that I spent an hour trying to figure something out, that really wasn’t all that complicated. This just in Heather B. DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO USE EXCEL.
So I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this, but I am not all that competitive. But there are two areas where I am fiercely competitive: kayaking (I’ll kick your ass in a race), and elections. That said…I will give out my personal congratulations (cause you know they read this) to Governors Kaine and Corzine. Now I will skip along merrily and gloat, because I’m seven.
And finally...the city tomorrow. For some reason I don’t know why I am so excited about going. Maybe because it’s a long weekend and I’m getting new pants and frozen hot chocolate and spending time with my aunt and whew…that was a lot of reasons to be excited. Whatever, I’ll be in the city and away from DC. Thank God.
And I almost forgot about this. In my previous post
, I wasn't saying that I am a celebrity because I am a blogger, but yes there are some bloggers who are "blogebrities". But I am not included in this category. I felt like I needed to say that, as there was some confusion.Edit to Add:
This morning, I drove to work, because I’m driving up to NY this evening. So I stop quickly and park, so that I can run and get my dry cleaning (I’ve been wearing the same pants for about three days. I figured it’s time for a change). Anyway, I get back to my car and change (in the middle of constitution avenue) and then head out. Now, the street that I’ve parked on, is one way and the continuation of this street on the other side of an intersection is a do not enter from 6:30 AM to 9:30 AM. You can see the motherfucking sign from 18 miles away. It’s giant and red and says DO NOT ENTER in bold letters. So I’m sitting at the light waiting to left and it turns green, but I must wait for the traffic coming towards me to make their turns before I can turn left. Because this is the way traffic works. Duh. So I’m sitting there and some motherfucking cock sucking bastard comes up behind me in his black ML 350 Benz with Virginia tags with a Virginia Tech license plate holder (if I see this asshole again, I’m running him over); and he starts beeping at me. I’m sitting there still waiting for the other cars to keep going, before I can turn and this asshole keeps beeping at me. Then he decides to speed up and pass me and screams out the window “What the fuck are you doing??” Then proceeds to speed forward into ON COMING TRAFFIC on a ONE WAY STREET. Because apparently he is blind and didn’t see the GIANT SIGN that said DO NOT ENTER 6:30 AM TO 9:30 AM (this was 8:15 AM). I’m like holy craptastic you’re about to die and just stared. Sadly (as I was hoping his stupid ass would get hit) he realized his error and reversed out of the one way street then passes me again and tells me to go fuck myself. Now here’s where my maturity kicks in…I scream out the window “It’s not my fault you’re retarded” and speed away.
Happy Thursday…(why is it always Thursdays when I have to deal with evil spawns of satan
and asshats? I don’t get it)
Now VENT people, vent. Or just feel free to tell me how awesome I am.*BAWF stands for Bitches are Whack Fridays. You can read the first installment here