I am fucking amazing.

You know what word is totally and completely overused? "amazing".
Hearing that word is like hearing nails on a chalkboard. I fucking hate that word.
This is how I feel whenever I hear anyone describing something as "amazing":




Especially cause it usually isn't that amazing. It's just idiots who don't know any other words to describe how their coffee tasted that morning, or how great the parking spot is they just got.

You know what I think is amazing? The cosmos. Or how complex the human body is. Or the Grand Canyon. Not the fucking yoga class you took last week.

I, unfortunately know a bunch of people who use the A word. I, fortunately, am not friends with them anymore so I don't have to hear them jabber on about how "amazing" their nap was, or to describe how they're doing. That's another thing that really annoys me. When people describes their lives as being "amazing" What the fuck is so amazing about it? What are you doing that's so damn amazing?
Ohhh brother..

Tough day

Ugh. Walking to work today was brutal. Not only because every single smelly, homeless guy would walk right next to me, or spit into my path but because its day 3 of not hearing from Twitter, and I'm still realy disappointed. Just thinking about how nice those offices were, and people actually engaging with each other, and looking happy to be at work? And then having to trudge over here, fucking 6th and Mission, into this dank pit. Man. It makes me real angry.

So, thats where I've been the last week. Just obsessed with Twitter, and wishing I had another job. And what kills me is that its been busy. I mean, insane. And yet, each day just drags longer and longer, the weeks feeling like months.
I swear, some of the things people at this place will try to do (not pay for services rendered, withhold rent payments to our landlords, change schedules)...ugh. It puts paperplategate to shame.

The little bit left on Sunday. Saturday night was a bad one for me, stayed home but fought with M alll night, which scared the dogs. But, the girls were getting used to each other, playing every day after they ate, AND the little bit was starting to pee and poo outside when I'd take her on a walk. I hope she's happy with her new owners.

Last week was A's birthday, and she organized this really awesome winetasting trip up to Sonoma. Ordinarily, I'm not a fan of wine tasting, but the Cline winery we went to was really awesome, and cheap. I'm not going to lie. I got real drunk. We sampled like 20 wines.

Sunday is the Superbowl, and I'm going to try and get someone to have a party. OR at least get invited to one. I basically want to stuff my face with chips, dip, and domestic beer.

Omega, its only 1040.

Martin Luther King Jr. Day

Its a bloody holiday, and I'm stuck at work. What makes it worse, is, its cold and rainy outside, my throat is tickly and the dogs were so cuddly and warm this morning. Even Kares cut her own walk short, and wanted to get back into the house, into bed.
I just want to lie in bed all day and watch Supernatural and have the dogs cuddled up next to me. Little bit is still pretty hypers, but she's settling down. Kares is still being a dickhead about the little bit, but meh..what can you expect? I'm just glad I didn't bring her to Morro Bay, because it looks like she's still limping and she would have lost her shit at the beach house. For real.

Last night I was watching the season premiere of Supernatural season 3, and the best part of it is when they're talking about the demons that they're fighting, and it turns out theyr'e the 7 deadly sins, and Dean goes, "Whaaats in the boxxxxx?" and they all look at him, and he goes, "What..Brad Pitt in Se7en?" STUPID...

Urgh. This day is eternal, and all I keep thinking about is living in that beach house with Karen and playing Ms. Pac Man and playing on the beach!