Sometimes I feel like I have so much family that it is impossible to add anymore people to my life.
And not in an awesome way.
Pablo Beach on St. George Island, 1896.
Countdown to beach vacation has officially started. It is a little early to start a countdown, but I AM READY!!
Houston. Yeah. (Taken with instagram)
To understand this conversation you need to know the following things: 1.Caitlin has HBO, I do not 2.I have read the ASOIAF series, Caitlin has not 3.This happened five minutes ago 4.The top button on my iPhone is broken so I can no longer screencap my texts
- Caitlin: That weird guy took Winterfell????
- Caitlin: And killed that guy???
- Me: Yes. And I don't know which "that guy" you are talking about, but yeah probably.
- Caitlin: The creepy pussy dude
- Caitlin: The braided beard sword guy
- Caitlin: This is funny to read back
- Me: You should see my face trying to think who you could be talking about. But for real yo. EVERYONE dies.
- Caitlin: I want that weird sister molester to die now
- Me: Which weird sister molester? There are just so many.
- Me: I love this conversation
- Caitlin: Me too. Like the mummified cat penis. I'm giggling very hard.
- Caitlin: The iron sea one
- Me: Oh yeah. That dude blows.
I got to tell a co-worker “You can’t witness a corporation do something. You can witness a representative of a corporation do something. Corporations aren’t people.” on Friday.
Bringing just the tiniest of blue to my very red job.
So as you all know, or maybe you don’t, either way let me tell my damn story
My favorite day of JazzFest is the Thursday of JazzFest. It’s a little more low key, but there are always some awesome smaller bands and less Beach Boy reunions. Plus the vibe is awesome. And this year, because of the projects I’m handling at work, I had to make the adult decision not to go. And I was super depressed about it.
Around 3:00pm my boss called me into his office and told me how appreciative he was of the hard work I have been putting in for the past couple of weeks. Quote- You’ve been spinning a number of plates recently and none of them have hit the ground. That hasn’t gone unnoticed. You work hard and you’re good at what you do.
Awesome right? Then he hands me an envelope and tells me that it is a more tangible representation of his appreciation. And it was $1500. With taxes taken out and all, but that was the original amount. GUESS WHO JUST GOT A BEACH HOUSE FOR A WEEK!!! Fucking Bananas.
I decided that today is the perfect day for some hammock time.
Dear Tumblr,
I’ve been gone for a while. I’ve been dealing with some shit. It was a shit storm of both big and little balls of shit that buried me for a time period and I just let it pile around me. I just let it pile up. And I got buried. And then I didn’t want to smear the shit around. I thought if I just let the shit be, it would somehow disappear. I was fucking wrong. Shit is shit and it never disappears. Even though you don’t want to touch shit, shit is touching you. Smearing it away might squick you out, but in the end, you have less shit touching you. And because of the shit, I got real sad. I’m not better, but now I have air conditioning and it is straight up magical how much better you feel when your house isn’t 82 degrees at 10 pm. No. Seriously. Fucking Criss Angel has nothing on air conditioning. Is Criss Angel even a thing anymore? Who is the fucking current magician? Whatevs. You know what I’m talking about.
At any rate. There is less shit on me today than there was yesterday. Thanks for not bailing in the meantime.
This will come as no surprise, but
My body is covered with drunk bruises and scrapes. Also, I’m still intoxicated. It is both awesome and the worst. All at the same time.
I’ve snapped
So I’ve decided not to deal. And I’m not going to. I’m riding in the motherfucking St. Patrick’s Day Parade on Saturday and that is all I’m going to recognize from this week. It’s going to be awesome.
Also this week ranks as a negative 200.
It’s a cruddy afternoon, but I have a cup of tea, a book, and some music and my neighbor’s azaleas are still in bloom. All and all, an enjoyable afternoon.
And I’ve decided to end my day
Listening to actual records, reading A Dance with Dragons on my Kindle, and petting my dog, because when I lie on my floor he considers it his duty to lie next me. Bless him.
So I just sent an email to my work to say that I’m not coming in tomorrow.
See, I have this theory that I didn’t work February 29 last year, so why the fuck should I work it this year?
