Thursday, September 25, 2008
One Paragraph At a Time
In a weak attempt at hilarity and self-amusement, my pal Milly and I have given each day of the week it’s own special super h.o.t. name. Today is Thrustday. Thexthy, right? Maybe not, but desperate boredom calls for desperate measures. It is pretty busy patron-wise here at work, but I am still feeling unchallenged at the moment. I suppose it is just a mood and something will soon happen to get me fired up once again. Given my general fondness for my job, I am certain of it.
In better news, I am getting my car back today. I have at long last been getting my brakes and other bad stuff taken care of. Unfortunately, my little auto had reached the point where it couldn’t wait for me to get my shizznit together anymore. Fortunately, my mom really generously offered to help me out with the expense. I don’t know what I’d do without her support, seriously.
In boring, old, bitter news, WTG attempted parental involvement by picking up Handsome Lad after school yesterday. Based on their beautiful ten minute interaction before he dropped him off at the skatepark, he called me up this morning to tell me (again) that I am clearly unable to handle things (since I cannot pick Handsome Lad up) and hadn’t I better just wise up and tell him to go “home”. I am trying not to fall into a pit of self despair by the fact that I am forever tied to this sack of crap.
Let's end on a positive note though, shall we? Um. I have my health! I have a job! Awesome kids! A supportive mom and sister! New brakes on my Chevy! I can make up funny names for the days of the week! I get to watch a new Office tonight! Wow, that is pretty alright, alright, alright…