I’m so wired right now! I’m full of slight tension and mild anxiety! For no reason! I’m not really sure why I’m like this, except that I have a bunch of little things to do, and I can’t decide which one to do first because once I start doing it I know I’ll be interrupted by one of my back to back customer meetings today! I wouldn’t even have had time to write this had I not sped through the last appointment! I keep using exclamation points to express how keyed up I am!
I think this also has to do with the fact that I’m taking off work tomorrow! But it’s not like I actually get to not work! I have meeting that I have to call into! And I have to blog for work, which, it turns out, hasn’t been as much fun as I originally anticipated! Instead of casual blather like this, it’s more a corporate tool! Which makes me feel like a corporate tool! Which makes it no fun!
Eh, fuck. That exclamation bullshit gets tired almost as quick as that emo bullshit does. So let’s see, what am I going to do with my extended weekend? I’m not sure. I have an exciting list of things to do like “Seed the lawn” and “re-pot plants”, and I’m not sure if mankind has created a pair of pants that will contain my excitement, but I might dare to get my hair cut as well.
Saturday I have to help my brother move, but it’s also St. Patrick’s day, and I already have my plan laid out:
1) Breakfast of Lucky Charms, Guinness, whiskey
2) Lunch of potatoes, cabbage, and ham (’cause I don’t eat beef), Guinness, whiskey
3) Guinness, whiskey
4) Wuiness, ghiskey
5) “My mother was a saint!”
6) Hospital
7) Prison
After that, who the fuck knows. Chances are there will be some homework in there, and some cleaning of the house. Can you stand it? Can you fucking stand it?! It’s like liquid joy is oozing out of your screen right now, isn’t it? Well, if it is you’d better cut back on the LSD.
Oh, I also feel it’s important to mention that yesterday I walked past the bathroom where we keep the litterbox and it smelled like the hippo house at the zoo. I don’t know what my cats eat, but they must be sneaking out of the house and gorging their fat little bellies on the grease trap behind the Double T Diner. It would explain their near coma-levels of lethargy.
It’s “Me mother was a saint!”
That sounds AMAZING! Except for the cat-poop part! That part was just funny! Holy crap, that IS annoying. I’m surprised you made it through two paragraphs of that tripe.
Corporate tools are awesome. Especially you!
our neighborhood establishment will be opening at 11am with a full on bloody mary bar, 3$ guiness and whiskey. And WE don’t have the kid this weekend. hahahahahha
don’t forget to bust some old u2 and pogues… or you’ll get the back of me hand!
serious question - does everyone in the US celebrate St Patrick’s Day? Or just those with Irish parts?
I am curious because here the majority of people may use it as an excuse to go to the pub - which they would be going to anyway - or ignore it altogether.
By the way, just had a week on the Emerald Isle and the Guiness really is better there!
Mmmmm hmmm….sounds like you’re about to start your period. Eat some chocolate and yell at someone who doesn’t deserve it. Works every time.
Dear Kate1976. St. Patrick’s Day is a Drinking Holiday. Everyone goes to the bars and gets shitfaced and calls themselves Irish. Haha, but I have a four leaf clover tattoo, so I beat them.
Poor kitties. Maybe you need to teach them to use the toilet?
You should start your Saturday off with the breakfast of mick champions at JPats. I believe they open at 9:00. I’ll save you a seat.
maybe they are pre-cabbaging, to ready themselves for saturday.
You are the best user of the word “fuck”. I’d give you an award every day if you used it in every post. :)
I’d wait until Monday to seed the garden. Per Genesis 38:9-10:
9 And Onan knew that the seed would not be his; and it came to pass, when he went in unto his brother’s wife, that he spilled it on the ground, lest he should give seed to his brother.
10 And the thing which he did was evil in the sight of Jehovah: and he slew him also.
If you want to get whacked by Jesus, that’s your perogative, but don’t let it screw up your weekend.
Why can’t your cheapass brother hire a moving company?
“4) Wuiness, ghiskey”
Not that I didn’t see it coming, but it still made me laugh out loud.