I'm sitting here tired as all get out. I got a J-O-B. A real one that requires me to wear a company shirt and keep track of my hours.A real one that leaves me exhausted at the end of the day. I'm wiped out like the coastline of Louisiana right about now. However, It's seasonal, it's disposable ( I would give a rat's ass about quitting on the spot), and its just what I need right now. There's a list of things around here that need to be fixed that starts with my attitude and ends with a transmission and this moola will come in very hand. Sooooo if I neglect you, don't go anywhere and start cheating on me with other blogs. I know who you are, I know who THEY are and I will, I repeat, I will sue somebody for alienation of affection. Just ask Fanny Mae Jenkins Barrino how real that is.
PT doesn't read my blog ( LOSER!!) but he's always making comments and saying little funny stuff about me being a blogger. He doesn't even call me by my name when I'm pecking away on ole qwerty. Instead he chooses to call me Blogojevich. Then he'll turn to me with this retarded look in his face and be like " Get it? BLOG-ojevich." I'll look at him, not wanting to smile because #1 its corny, #2 I've heard it 500 times already, and #3 I think I'm way cooler than him. I can't help but laugh at the guy though. I love him to death. I really, really do. This is what he wrote and left on my computer desk
It's gotten to the point that if we argue, you'll no longer use the typical "Well you can cook your own dinner" or" You can sleep by yourself tonight." No, your new weapon of verbal retaliation and affirmation of your matriarchal power is now, " Well, I'm just gonna go blog."He's so full of it. I only told him that because he was being a cornball by calling me BLOG-ojevich and I really DID have better things to do at the the time. Anyway, that is a lame threat. I'm more of a favorite shirt on the bbq kinda girl.
I gotta wake up early and got to work and Waning Woman does not do early well at all.