BLARGH.

This is the first day in three weeks that I'll have to go to work. My layoff is officially over. Aww. I was kinda getting used to sitting around and doing nothing. (Although, what's happened today? Two weeks of barely any writing and today all of a sudden I'm pounding out words like crazy. Go figure.) It's probably a good thing, though, because right before I got laid off I bought a bunch of those 100-calorie snack packs and fruit cups and whatnot and really, it'd be nice to use them eventually, which I feel a bit guilty about doing when I'm home on my ass collecting unemployment.

The hilarious thing, though? Last year I'd used up all four of my personal days by February third. This year, January's almost finished and I still have all four left.

Yes, I'm tempted to use one of them today. Why are any of you surprised? ;)

On the bright side, at least I'm not within punching distance of this asshat. And for extra fail, read this thread to see how said asshat continued to enhance his douchebaggery.

EDIT: I just realized why that last link makes me want to laugh for what I thought were inexplicable reasons. Because it makes me picture roaming bands of evil barbershop quartets beating people up, that's why.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Dear weather,

Make up your goddamn mind already. Either give us some of the snow you're dumping on the western US, or just say, "Fuck it," and let us have spring already. 'Cause this rainy icky mess we keep getting with the occasional inch or two of snow that melts off the roads within hours is seriously pissing me right the hell off.

Can we have last year's Valentine's Day storm again? With the exception of the fact that I didn't have any personal days left at the time, that was actually a lot of fun.

Sincerely,

Me

EDIT: Give me one good reason not to call off today for a personal day. 'Cause right now I am ridiculously tempted not to go in. And I'm finally actually writing something! *sigh*

EDIT: Too late! Called off! Going to go write! NOBODY STOP ME, YO.

HA!

A summary of the text-message conversation I just had with Jess:

Me: I took a personal day today.
Jess: You just had two weeks off! And you said you were bored!
Me: I was, but I just spent the entire day writing and I'm still on a roll.
Jess: Oh, I see.
Me: Plus, if I wait to use my personals until it snows, it'll be October again at this rate.
Jess: Lol, that's true.

Besides, it's one thing to be laid off for two weeks. It's another thing entirely for them to want me to come in and I say, "Nope, sorry! Personal day!"

Hey, they were burning a hole in my pocket. I had to use one.

Okay, now I'm done with dinner and I'm off to write. (I'M WRITING. HOMG. *squeaks*)

I triple-dog dare you!

Cheetos covered in strawberry chocolate?! Somebody get me a bag of those and I'll try them. I'm not saying I'll like 'em, even if they are Cheetos and Cheetos are one of my favorite things EVER, and I know Japanese Cheetos taste different than American ones, but I'm the girl who'll try anything once. I didn't even flinch when huggenkiss offered me Vegemite (I still make coffee-face just thinking about that, which only about three of you people have seen me make -- it's a lot like when you let a baby suck on a lemon slice.).

I should make that a regular thing or something. "Send me odd food from other countries and I'll eat it!" It should be really interesting considering my stomach's gotten way more sensitive than it used to be. :)

Speaking of dares, I'm starting to think Sarah Jessica Parker's makeup and costume regime for the Sex And The City movie is based around one.

I could be at work right now.

Why the hell am I not drinking something? Or eating one of my ginormous Jello shots? (Those get you nicely buzzed, by the way. One minute you're happily eating a wee bowl of Jello and the next, "Holy crap, when the hell did I get drunk?!")

While I'm here:

HA!

I kind of want to get this and send it to my uncle just 'cause.

YES.

I know people in real life who think I've earned one of these shirts. Hee.

Oh, if only I liked the font on this one, because that is SO ME.

Amen, baby. \o/ I'll get there eventually, damn it.

You named your laptop. Hey! No picking on Dean, Jr.!

I think I need to get twenty copies of that poster and put it up all over my apartment.

*snickers*

Yeah, yeah, I'm heading back to my stories. Can't a girl take a bathroom break? And then check her email again? And then glance at her purse and think, "I could really use a tote just for my writing supplies"?