Because I can and it's Friday
I just received my first “rejection letter”. I put that in quotes, because it was a rather pseudo-rejection letter.
To make myself feel better, I settled on Five Guys for dinner with one of my favorite people and ate some pudding.
Then I decided to watch episode 456 of Made and an episode of There and Back. While doing so, I silently mocked a girl with alopecia in the former, and that Ashley Parker Angel looks like a girl in the latter.
While watching such stellar television, I chomped on a cup of ice. It has been determined that my ice love means that I'm sexually frustrated. I then sit and think to myself "now, when was the last time that I got any...?" Determine that if I have to think on that like I'm solving the value of X, then that's a problem.
Afterwards, there was free dessert (!) to waste my calories on. As those departing the meeting left, one exclaimed: “Let’s hurry up and get out of the way, so that the cleaning people can get in and clean up. And so that the interns and lowly staffers can get in. Look we left you some dessert”
“did he just call us lowly staffers?”
“no, I think he first started with interns”
No Pasa Nada: it really means “a whole lotta nothing”
And I’m out.
P.S. yes, my planner and my wallet match. If you must know, that's Franklin Covey and Coach respectively.
p.p.s. my ass looks good in my jeans and I've lost 7lbs. wooot.
p.p.p.s. I do have some pseudo-good news, but let me lament in my rejection.