Urrgh. So I get to my parents' house, we eat lunch, and then my mom has me read this Alice Walker article she's been wanting me to read for a week. It's called 'My Daughter Smokes', and it's kinda sad. What makes me sadder is that I don't think I'm going to be able to talk to them about everything. I want to, but I can't. Hell, if my smoking ( Read more... )

Ah, life...you suck sometimes ( Read more... )

Stupid shit we do at work...

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Oh, Gabriele...

The amazing part is that he actually drank 50 eggs. We gave him an hour to do it, and he finished with 14 minutes to spare.

What? It was a Sunday. We were bored.

Umm...what just happened here?!

That's pretty much how I can sum up my life this week.

What the fuck, Savannah?!
My bike has been stolen.
And another bike, that belonged to Jeff or one of the kids. And the seat of the bike that's chained to the front porch.

Um. srsly? Not cool.

I mean, I think it's hilarious, but still.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm friends with the people I'm friends with here in Savannah.
But then, I also have to question what I'd do if I broke away from them.
Eh...

I think I'm turning into an old woman. Spent a lot of nights lately having a beer or two at the bar [or a glass of wine], and then going to Lise's house and playing rummy for hours. Okay, so I guess old ladies get together for tea and what-have-you at like, two in the afternoon...but whatever. I work a lot ( Read more... )

Ugh. Two nights in a row of drinking nice bottles [like, $50, $75, $100, $150 bottles] of free wine. Lise and I probably went through four bottles night before last, playing rummy at her house. And then we drank about $500 worth of wine at Sweet's house last night. We had one bottle that was a 1927 vintage...niiice. Garibaldi's [the other nice ( Read more... )

It's nice, walking outside and not instantly breaking a sweat. Might be time to start running again. I know I was going to start awhile ago, but the prospect of running, let alone walking anywhere, when it's so hot outside that your clothes stick to you is just gross ( Read more... )

Yes, Mom and Dad, I am a fuck-up. Thanks for making me feel like shit about it. Because I don't beat myself up about it enough already.