Beer Please?
If only I could get someone to drive me from work to home. And by home I mean my parents home, in Toledo. I say this because I would really rather be doing a lot of things tomorrow rather than driving. Namely reading, drinking, watching tv, drinking, watching a movie, drinking, sleeping, drinking, I think I would even prefer work over driving. I just have the worst feeling that tomorrow is going to be especially horrible.
Oh and Dear work: Do not try to take advantage of me or my good will. I will push back. I will employ my girl powers on you, like crying. Yes I usually crack jokes with you, I ususally laugh and make jokes with you, sometimes I even spit my ire at you; do I ever get emotional and even give you the hint of crying? No. This means it's going to be really really really uncomfortable for all you boys out there when I pull out my girl tricks and start crying. Don't make me stoop to your level.
Oh and Pat, if you read this. Please record "The Biggest Loser" for me tomorrow. I don't think mom understands my obession. I don't anyone understands why it is the only TV show I actually watch. I do try to watch other things, but they don't seem to keep my attention for the full 22 or 44 minutes like "The Biggest Loser". I guess I just like to see people at their most humiliating and then building themselves back up. I guess going with that theory I should really like watching people go through boot camp. But I don't. Though the reason I don't like boot camp is because I think the army is really a backdoor draft, and that only people who are really out of focus or too poor to afford college another way join. No one in their right mind joins the army unless they can't figure out something fincancially to get them through school.
Speak of school, it really suprises me how many people think that they can't go back to school once they have kids. I don't think it's because they can't, or because they don't have the time or anything. Most often it's "I can't afford it." But the reality is they could afford, it they just don't want to choose an education over a new car. Sad. Very Sad.
Anyone wanna plan a real vacation? Like to somewhere in Europe or something?
Oh and Dear work: Do not try to take advantage of me or my good will. I will push back. I will employ my girl powers on you, like crying. Yes I usually crack jokes with you, I ususally laugh and make jokes with you, sometimes I even spit my ire at you; do I ever get emotional and even give you the hint of crying? No. This means it's going to be really really really uncomfortable for all you boys out there when I pull out my girl tricks and start crying. Don't make me stoop to your level.
Oh and Pat, if you read this. Please record "The Biggest Loser" for me tomorrow. I don't think mom understands my obession. I don't anyone understands why it is the only TV show I actually watch. I do try to watch other things, but they don't seem to keep my attention for the full 22 or 44 minutes like "The Biggest Loser". I guess I just like to see people at their most humiliating and then building themselves back up. I guess going with that theory I should really like watching people go through boot camp. But I don't. Though the reason I don't like boot camp is because I think the army is really a backdoor draft, and that only people who are really out of focus or too poor to afford college another way join. No one in their right mind joins the army unless they can't figure out something fincancially to get them through school.
Speak of school, it really suprises me how many people think that they can't go back to school once they have kids. I don't think it's because they can't, or because they don't have the time or anything. Most often it's "I can't afford it." But the reality is they could afford, it they just don't want to choose an education over a new car. Sad. Very Sad.
Anyone wanna plan a real vacation? Like to somewhere in Europe or something?
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