Just call me Mr. Snuffleupagus
I actually tried to go look for a picture of Mr. Snuffleupagus on Google image search and came up with bupkiss. I also did a web search. Where did he go? Maybe he was really just a hallucination of Big Bird. Hey! Not all mushrooms are fit for consumption, Mr. Bird.
Dude, I can't breathe out of my nose. I am hacking up mucus. I am achy and tired and warm. I should be home... but NO! I took too much time off not being legitimately sick... so here I am, struggling through this craptacular day.
Gotta feed the cold. I am going to go make myself a sandwich, BRB.
Ah! Turkalicious!
This week feeeeee-lew! Which is nice. I am too hardcore for words. I just HAD to go out last night to be amongst friends for St. Patrick's Day, even though I am sick. I don't want anyone having fun without me! So after work, sniffling all the way, I went to meet my boys at Full Shilling over by Wrigley Field. They got a great spot near the huge TVs and bathroom, tucked back in a corner. More importantly, my lazy, high-heel wearing ass had a chair. I wasn't too keen on drinking, but wanted a dirty martini for some reason. This isn't the finest establishment, so I was curious as too what the dirty martinis would look like.
This query was swiftly answered, much to my chagrin. Who puts a dirty martini in a plastic cup?
I placed it among the tater tots and took a picture that pretty much summed up my night. Pure class in a white trash costume.
More and more people arrived. Dio rolled in, so I took a few pictures.
My friend Sandy is priceless. You hear me, girl? I love you. Don't put up with any bullshit! You are better than that!
Sandy and Kon do the forbidden dance.
Rob and Kon have been drinking since 10am and it is 9pm at this point. Now THAT'S tenacity!
Dio took me home around 11 and I got a restless night's sleep. Not being able to breathe out of your nose will do that to you.
This weekend doesn't seem too promising. Tonight, I am going to curl my sick ass up on the couch and watch Bambi courtesy of NetFlix. I will wait for Dio to show up after he finishes his DJ gig. Then we will go to bed. And I will get him sick. Good times.
Saturday could be fun. My little sister is coming and we are gong to take her to Red Lobster for LOBSTERFEST. Mmmmm, Red Lobster! Cheddar Bay biscuits! I might as well just strap them to my love handles. That's where they are going to end up anyway.
She is turning 25 on Tuesday. And that serves to make me feel DAMN old.
Now, I know you nerds out there will get a huge kick out of this. Yes Judd, I am talking to you.
Oh! I almost forgot. For all of you asking me about the BAD BANNERS site, I am sorry. I have dismantled due to complaints from a person I reviewed. I did not ask permission to use her banners, so she was upset. If I decided to bring it back at some point... I am going to have to ask permission so I don't piss anyone off and have them called me a McCuntscab or Twinkle Twat on their site. I am here for purely my own amusement. Not to start a war. It wasn't worth the hassle. So I am sorry to all the people who loved it. I'll think of something soon. Thanks for your support!
Random Fact Of The Day: If the population of China walked past you, in single file, the line would never end because of the rate of reproduction. .
Now that's alotta humpin!