Today and yesterday have been filled with HIGHS and lows. I'll explain:

Okay, yesterday...possibly one of the worst days ever, but it did have one shining moment. So, the bad first - the entire day started off on the wrong foot. I woke up REALLY tired for some reason at 6:48 am. I went to bed relatively early (sometime after 10) thinking that I would wake up ready-to-go like normal. Oh no. Not even close. To make matters worse, it was a nasty, rainy day outside and my room felt colder than normal. So, getting out of bed wasn't a refreshing experience to say the least. Now, Buster hates rain/cold weather. He does not deal with it at all. So, as soon as I started to get out of bed, he jumps off the bed and runs underneath it (he knows that I put him outside, first thing, when I wake up). This frustrates me a bit. I can't fit under my bed, so I literally have to either become Flex Armstrong and extend my arm to ungodly lengths to reach him, or I have to literally move the bed quickly enough to expose his hiding spot and grab him. So, I chose the second option and eventually scooted him out the door. Then, I immediately got in the shower because I'm on a tight time schedule between the time I wake up and the time I go to work (6:48 - 7:46 am). I know exactly where I should be/what I should be doing per MINUTE. At 6:52 a.m. I should be in the shower, but today, I'm a little behind schedule. So, I'm showering to which I have an EXACT routine that I do in the shower every morning (is my exactness sounding like a personal problem? It may very well be...). After my shampoo/conditioner/body wash cycle, it's then time to wash my face. However, instead of using my facewash, I somehow take the shampoo bottle, lather some in my hands and start washing my face with shampoo. Not until the smell and intense burning sensation alerted my senses did I realize the mistake. I know...wow. Anyway, so after that trauma, I get dressed, make myself look pretty, and headed upstairs to make my lunch for work. I looked out the kitchen window and noticed that one of my roommates has parked her car behind mine and didn't leave her keys on the table (as is customary when doing this type of parking so that someone can move it). So, I start to freak out a little because this unknown problem will undoubtedly interfere with my time and activity schedule. So, I grab my cell phone to send her a text message asking her to move her car (I'm super super nice about it because who wants to wake up to a text message saying "wake up and move your car in the cold weather and cold house?"). I wouldn't...

Despite the urgency, I didn't want to knock on her door and wake her up because that just didn't seem appropriate to me at the time. If one of my roommates did that to me, I would probably freak out - A) I don't want people seeing me at 6 am in the morning, groggy, questionably clothed, and awake at a time when I didn't need to be, and B) it really isn't a life-or-death situation so I think this is the most non-confrontational/non-annoying method. Anyway, I forgot that I left Buster outside, so I run downstairs and let him back inside. Since it was raining, he is of course WET AS ALL HELL and muddy. So now, I have to find an old towel, clean and dry him off, and then put some baby powder on him so that he doesn't emit that "wet dog smell" that is ever so disgusting. Great, now I'm even further behind schedule and I noticed that I haven't even seen or heard any action on my roommates behalf. I look out the window and, sure enough, she hasn't moved her car, nor has she even woken up. So, I resend the same text message, open the garage door, and start my car to warm it up, thinking that maybe the ruckus would wake her. It did. So, with what seemed like 12 blankets over her head, Kristen moved her car and went back to bed. Now, by 7:46 am, I should be pulling out of my driveway and headed to work. But where am I? On my hands and knees cleaning Buster. I look up at the clock and notice that it's 7:49. Lovely. In the midst of this revelation, Buster jumps out of my hands and bolts back underneath the bed (he too knows my time schedule and knows that he is going to be put in his kennel since I'm leaving for work momentarily. I FLIPPED OUT. I still had to put on socks, put on shoes, find my jacket, find my wallet, put on my coat, grab my cell phone, lunch, and briefcase and then scurry to work. Thank you Buster for being an ass. So this time I don't even waste time moving the bed, I saw his little body at the end of the bed, so I bend over and reach down and grab him by his tail and fling him into his cage (he wasn't hurt, harmed, or psychologically-damaged by any of these events so, please, do not alert PETA). I quickly do the aforesaid action items and hop in my car to drive to work.

Oh god, this isn't even half the story and I've already written a novel. Anyway...

So, at work I have a semi-busy day ahead of me. I have a few early meetings, a bunch of tasks, and a few personal things I needed to do as well. So, I'm talking to this Jana lady about writing some education documents for the state of Hawaii. It was only supposed to be an hour long meeting, but oh no, it turned out to be 2 and a half hours long - mostly her blabbing (some blabber was even about her personal life to which I needed to know nothing about). Anyway, so we're in this conference room with several other people when the meeting finally gets over with. I'm making small talk with some people as I'm heading towards the door, not really looking at where I was going so that I could talk with the people behind me while exitting. Bad idea. I keep walking, expecting to blindly locate a door/doorhandle when I run smack dab into a glass wall. I smacked the side of my face, nose, head, and body right into a plate glass wall. I can only imagine what this looked like from the opposing side. I am in PAIN. Wow. When people do this on TV it always looks so funny, but in reality, it was horribly, horribly painful. So, as my eyes are watering-up and I'm trying to regain composure - laughing it off and acting like "wow, look at a what silly thing I just did, no big deal" type routine, it's barely possible for me to pretend to shrug it off. It hurt like a son of a bitch. So, yes, pain and humiliation. Yay for events like that. So I walk like 5 miles and 7 floors back to my desk in which, as soon as I sit down, I'm bombarded with 5000 people asking me questions, telling me random info, and then my boss assigns me to like a 100 more projects. So, I'm about ready to flip. It's already been the worst day ever, but oh no, it gets worse. When I decide to take my lunch break, I come to the realization that not only did I not BRING my lunch, I never even MADE a lunch to begin with. How could I forget that? Eating is like the number one priority every day of my life. Oh yes, I was too busy dealing with Buster and my roommate's car. So, this was a problem. I was starving. I decided to walk outside and on over to Subway to get lunch. Oh, don't worry, the weather was ideal walking weather - cold, rainy, and WINDY. So, I brave mother nature and walk to and from Subway. The meal was aight. Anyway, so a few hours elapse and I have ANOTHER TRAUMA.

So, after drinking a huge thing of water with lunch, I have to pee. Now, I hate public bathrooms. Actually, I hate ALL bathrooms except for my own. I have huge emotional/psychological problems with bathrooms and restrooms and everything associated with them. I don't know where they stem from. Anyway, I can somewhat deal with bathrooms in the area of my office because the urinals have automatic flushers, so I don't have to touch anything. Anyway, so I go into the bathroom and there is someone else already in there. BIG PROBLEM. I can't go to the bathroom when anyone else is around. However, the feeling in my bladder was disagreeing with my normal mindset, and I decided to try anyway. So, there is only one urinal in the bathroom and 2 stalls to the side of it. Don't worry, the other person in the bathroom was in the stall DIRECTLY next to the urinal. Ohhhh major problem, but then again, I overlooked it. So, I'm clearing my mind, trying to overlook the current situation at hand and think happy thoughts so that I can pee. All of a sudden I start to hear...noises. I start to smell...smells. I start to notice...tension. OH MY GOD PANIC MODE STARTS NOW. Yet again, my eyes start watering to even greater proportions. My hands start to shake and my jaw clenches tightly. I'm trying to not breathe or hear anything so I withdraw from the urinal, run to the sink in hopes of washing my hands a guiness-record speed, and getting the hell out of there. During my frenzied, erratic panic attack, I look quickly into the mirror and notice MY HAIR. What HAPPENED!? I guess I never took into regard the fact that it was RAINING AND WINDY outside when I went to lunch. My hair was of absolute HORRIFIC proportions. I swear it was standing on end in a faux hawk-gone-terribly-wrong fashion. It was as if I literally went to a London, England hairstylist and said, give me the gayest and most obnoxious haircut known to mankind. It was simply horrifying. So, with irritable bowel syndrome man still in the bathroom, I quickly just flatten my hair as much as possible. But the fun doesn't end there. I give myself another quick glance, only to notice that my eye looks puffy. Real puffy. Black-eye puffy. Oh yes - thanks to my little rendezvous with the glass wall earlier in the morning, I now have a nice shiner. It looked like I had been crying after being punched right in the eye socket. So now I have a nice red/purple bag around my eye...just to complete my magnificent day. The man in the stall started to make rustling noises with his clothes and belt, so I dry my hands and dart out the door, cursing the idea of ever leaving my bed in the first place.

But there is one highlight to the day. Yes. It came from a very unexpected place -- the Coral Ridge movie theatre. After sulking around from my horrendous day, John called me and asked if I was up for viewing a movie we had been desperately waiting to see: She's the Man

Now, some of you may read that and think, "Uh, that's probably the dumbest movie ever." John and I both expected it to be, but we find comedy and delight in such movies, so we, of course, had to see it. Let me just say that, as a whole, the movie was WONDERFUL. To me, it was really, really funny and it was just a great, light-hearted flick that I'd pay to see again. Plus, it has really good music. Soundtrack! Best 2006 movie YET.

Since I'm always the absolute LAST person to come to terms with technology -- if I buy an Ipod, will somebody teach me how to use it?

Better yet, will someone just buy me one and have like a million songs downloaded onto it already.

I'll pay you back with sexual favors.

I'm good for it.

I'm so technological/internet-savvy these days, I can barely stand it.

So, I have a MySpace now. Yes...Ryan, meet world. Whatever, I've been pretty anti-MySpace for awhile due to the fact that A LOT of people use it for sex. I mean look at the profiles - 98% of MySpace has user profile pictures that portray a guy standing in the mirror with his shirt off and is taking a picture of the reflection. Now is this because they're unable to program the self-timer on the camera, or are they just in SHEER AWE of their stomach that they had to snap a pic? I'll never figure that one out.

But seriously, the guys OD a little bit with the shirtless pictures. I especially love it when they take about a hundred shirtless pictures and in each one they're like "this is me being bored" or "I need to tan" or "this is me on Halloween." Honestly, they provide a caption that tries to trick the reader in believing that they posted the picture out of funniness, boredom or even better yet, that they naively overlooked the fact that they are shirtless and act like everything is business as usual - when in reality they're like "HOLY SHIT, WAIT TIL THE WORLD GETS A LOOK AT MY HOT BODY!"

Oh well, my pictures aren't nearly as fun as theirs, so I'm sure those people will hate me and steer clear of my site, and I'm okay with that.

In the meantime, I'm going to be spending my free time at work tweeking my site on MySpace. I mean, if I'm going to subject myself to cyber muscled body shots and teenage girls begging to get raped...I might as well be getting paid for it.

Okay, so I normally resist writing two entries in one day, however, I read another article on MSNBC.com that really pissed me off. It actually wasn't so much the article that made me mad, but rather the subject matter.

So...American Idol. This year it's easily my newest-obsessive show. I was obsessed with it back in the Locke/Aiken days to which it fizzled after that. But now it's back. It's back and better than ever. However, things aren't going the way I predicted...and that spells trouble. The final 12 line-up boasts an amazing assembly of singers. Well, some are amazing, some are interesting, some are just comical. Yet, lets keep in mind that the real point of the show is to showcase the best entertainers and singers with hopes of producing another Kelly Clarkson (which not a single winner or contestant since has even come close to). So, in the final 12 we have Chris, Mandisa, Ace, Kelly, Melissa, Paris, Kevin, Taylor, Bucky, Elliot, Lisa, and Katherine. Here is my ranking from best to absolute worst (excluding the fact that Melissa was booted last night):

1. Mandisa
2. Chris
3. Paris
4. Elliott
5. Lisa
6. Kelly
7. Ace
8. Katherine
9. Melissa
10. Taylor
11. Bucky
12. Kevin

For some strange reason, my bottom two were SAFE last night. Safe...HOW??? This is why I now hate the show: 10-12 year old girls. Kevin Corvais is easily the worst singer of the show. No, actually, he is ABSOLUTELY the worst singer. By far. Yet, he somehow escapes from being kicked off every single time. How, and more importantly, WHY is this happening? One word: fanbase. He is being kept alive because of his young, dumb, geek, Chicken Little personality that little girls are just LOVING. Why the hell would you keep somebody on a talent show when you are reminded of Chicken Little? Did you SEE the movie? You're lucky if you didn't. The duck and the pig were the only funny ones. Actually, I should state it like this: The duck and the pig were the only "funny" ones... because I had to find humor somewhere in the movie to justify spending $7 to see it. And yes...I saw it. Don't remind me.

Anyway, this piss poor singer and entertainer is being kept on the show, and is doing BETTER than the real talent simply because of his stupid little-girl fanbase. It's so frustrating. Keep in mind, these ARE NOT the same girls that made boy bands and girl bands the PHENOMENON that they once were. No, no...it's worse. These are the pre-teen little SISTERS of the boy band fanatics. Even better! I don't think they even watch the show, they just get on their cell phones (I was 18 yrs old before I had a cell phone, mind you) and they TEXT the word "Vote" (because texting is space-age technology when you're young and SO the thing to do) . I bet these are the same girls that play with "Bratz" dolls. Have you seen a Bratz doll? It's literally a Barbie-gone-Prositute-with-overwhelming-eyes-and-eye-makeup.

So, Kevin, enjoy your 15 mins now because I loathe the day when someone sees you 5 years from now and you're older, geekier, and most likely undeniably insanely AWKWARD like every other child star that gets publicity in their younger years.

And then we have that dumb-fuck, hill-billy, greasy-hair BUCKY being safe, too. Yeah...his name is really Bucky. And he has a twin brother. Yes. So, his fans came out from under their rocks and found somebody with a cellular phone via a 1998 model that someone kept in their mobile home kitchen cupboard to use "only for emergencies." (Wait until they see the smaller kinds that you can attach to your belt. Golllllly!) Anyway, since North Carolina is typically free of tornados, I guess this constitutes as an emergency. Luckily, you can't vote until 2 hours after the show, so it gave the folks some time to figure out how to use the damn phone.

Ugh. Why can't everyone be more like me and vote for the actual TALENT. Let's not make this a popularity contest. Use your head, not your weird raging hormones. Even if this was a popularity contest, would you really vote for Kevin and/or Bucky? What does that say about you? Oh who am I talking to... like any 11 yr. old girl cares what I think.

And you know that the local library is the only place in North Carolina for a hill-billy to connect to a dial-up internet connection. And none of them know where the library is...or what a library is. So, they don't care either.

And the only people that go to the library are Chinese.

And college students go there to "study." AKA Facebook.

Why do high schoolers have Facebook? High school kids suck major DICK. They're so...high school.

Can I offend anyone else? Please let me know, and I will.

I'm pissed.

P.S. I can say these things without being referred to as a racist. The Chinese thing? A joke. My roommate is some form of Chinese. I'm from a po-dunk town in Illinois, so I can also make fun of rednecks. I'm pretty sure my Dad takes advantage of cell phone belt clips too, so I win again. I also used to be in both high school and college, so there again, quadruple win. Being PC is way overrated.

Startling news from Amanda Bynes this morning on MSNBC.com. She was reportedly accused of having an eating disorder, when in reality, it was merely symptoms of mononucleosis. She was already thin to begin with, so I'm sure having mono didn't help the situation any. However, the point of this entry is that she provided quite an alarmingly ambitious truth about self-image:

"People should strive to be happy with who they are and not be obsessed with how they look. Beauty is nothing.”

Quite a mature viewpoint coming from a Nickelodeon superstar. I like it.

I've now decided to see her movie, "She's the Man." I don't care if it looks stupid. I'm mostly seeing it to support people with good attitudes and also because of the part where she goes,

"Suppppp.."

I'm sooo going to LOL when I see that part.

P.S. The LOL part is a joke. I don't LOL ever. Sometimes I'll lol...but never LOL. And god forbid the day I ever ROFLMAO.

P.S.S TTYL.

P.S.S.S LYLAS.

I resist the claim that I have an "anger management problem"...

I'm quite possibly the nicest person I know.

Karen: Let's take pictures of us eating all this food and then show it to some homeless person.
Jack: Karen, you are such a female Jesus...

So, in preparation for my relocation to Chicago, I've budgeted my expenditures for the next 5 months. My goal is to be able to accommodate an $1100 budget for downtown Chicago rent. It seems to be a freakish amount of money for rent (a small 1 BR rent, nonetheless), yes, however it is completely affordable if I manage my money wisely. A monthly expenditure of $1100 is an already persistent factor in my life right now, however, that total is applied towards several items. Between my existing rent, utilities, car payment, car insurance, and gas...that amount and beyond is already accounted for every month. Let's throw in a few more bills -- 3 credit cards, cell phone, student loans, and food...that accounts for anywhere between $500-600 more on top of the 1100. Plus, it's always nice to have money for entertainment and the many "unknowns," so I enjoy the fact that I still have plenty of money left over for those needs, too. So, from month to month, I spend a lot of money. Lately, I've been spending money a little frivolously and that really needs to be monitored from now on.

But now it's time to buckle down. I have a few goals that I need to accomplish so that when I move to Chicago...I can have a phat lifestyle. For starters, I need to pay off my credit cards. I've assessed quite a large debt with these 3 pieces of plastic, and I have every intention of having them paid off before August. Now, that will not come easily. I'm going to have to sacrifice a few luxuries to make this happen. I'm setting myself on a budget of $25 for entertainment per week. All of my income is going to be directly applied to my required monthly bills, as well as setting the rest of the money aside to pay off the credit cards. Not only will this save me money after I move, it will also help my credit score, which will up my chances of being approved for an upper-end apartment.

An added bonus to this dilemma will be my income tax return. If all goes as expected, it should turn out to be a nice chunk of change. I have two options in spending it. I can either A) pay off in full one credit card or B) put it into my savings account and use it for a security deposit when I move. If I spend it on a credit card payment, I'll have to put money in a savings account to later help pay for moving costs (security deposit, movers, etc.) Either way, it's helping me out quite substantially.

I'm also cutting all unnecessary expenditures - aka - eating out (this will be hit or miss), tanning, clothes (shopping), some groceries and grooming supplies, subscriptions of various sorts, and so on. This extra money is going to be directly appointed towards the former naive-convenience of my credit-living lifestyle that has put me so far into debt. It's now time to tighten the belt and pay for the period of my life when I wore no belt at all.

Let me take the time to explain that I am extremely grateful for my life. Despite the fact that I may have been carefree with my money a few years ago, I've always had a job and means of paying for everything that I have taken on. Right now, I have an amazing job that affords me the privilege to live comfortably and allows me to live freely, regardless of bills or prices. I'm completely blessed.

With that being said, I want more. I want more out of life than paying off bills and going to work day in and day out to accomplish that. I love working. Working pays for my life. I'm not blessed with rich, accommodating parents (although I'm pretty sure they'd sell an organ or two if I ever needed any financial help), an inheritance, or any other type of financial assistance. I've always paid for every single thing I've owned or brought on upon myself, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I will never be dependent upon anyone to accommodate my life. I'll pay for it myself. So, for every bill I have, and every debt I owe, I'm going to pay for it and I'm going to move on with the comfort of knowing I have the means and responsibility of maintaining an active income and banking account.

Back to the particulars -- If I pay off the debts I now currently have, I will enter upon my "new" life with far less debt, and far better opportunities. I'm going to be reducing so many financial factors of my current life. Since I'm moving downtown, I'm selling my car. This eliminates monthly car payments, insurance, and gas (which equals out to FAR more than I currently pay for every other bill I have COMBINED). This is the main reason why my Chicago rent can be pretty high. If I reduce my automobile bills and reduce my overall debt, I'll have THAT much more money to afford a nice, urban lifestyle. Even better, if I get a roommate (which is very possible) I could snag a $2200 rent and live even better.

All in all, I have some work to do. I need to start saving, start eliminating luxuries, and start paying NOW so that I can enjoy LATER.

It's on.

Let's just say that this week has been less than thrilling so far. You know things are pretty slow when the highlight of my day is eating a peanut butter granola bar. Now, keep in mind these granola bars are AMAZINGLY delicious, however, I will be the first to admit that if eating a granola bar is the most fascinating aspect of my day - wow, my life sucks a little. But that's just my work life. Everything else is going great. Work is just really slow right now and I'm working on a proposal that isn't due until the second week in April. And if that wasn't enough, it's for the state of Idaho! Woowee, can't wait to go there. So, I have more than enough time on my hands to accomplish this. I'm sure if you ask me how things are going come April, I'll be pulling my hair out and cursing the day I ever started working here.

And isn't it ironic, don't you think...

It's like RAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNN...

Okay, sorry.

I frickin LOVE Joan Cusack. Simply listening to her do the voice of the girl duck from Chicken Little on the Oscars last night sent me into hysterics. Even those stupid US Cellular commercials are funny. And then, let's not forget her role as Debbie in Addam's Family 2:

"Aren't I a human being? Don't I yearn and ache...and shop? Don't I deserve love?...and jewelry?"

She's such a funny, funny lady. Everyone should appreciate her more. Watch School of Rock. That's a good movie, too. Oh speaking of good musical movies...ummm can we say "High School Musical?" I know what you're thinking...WHAT A LAME FUCKING SHOW. My response is yes and no. It is rather lame. The bad acting, the lead male character that thinks he's fucking gorgeous because he has shaggy hair and a sensitive side, the typical snobby rich bitch girl that hates everybody, and then the shy brunette that nobody likes and I don't feel sorry for her because I probably wouldn't like her either. Oh yeah and the more-than-obvious GAY brother with jazz hands. Typical storyline here, folks. It has it's sappy, disney-themed "it's cool to be different" and "let's be friends and hug" moments that make you want to vomit, and then try to drown yourself in that very same vomit once you realize you're sitting home alone on a Friday night watching the Disney Channel.

But after that's all said and done...there are some good qualities about the movie - it's fun. It's a fun, stupid movie that doesn't make me think, or relate, or cry, or laugh. I can just sit there...watch it...and sing along (via the sing-a-long lyrics with the bouncing ball)...where's that toilet full of vomit at, it's time for a dip...and I guarantee you that for most people who watched this movie, they later went and downloaded the songs because they too are fun. And now I've come to find out that there is a Disney Special for this show that will be featuring and teaching the DANCE ROUTINES. What a ridiculous concept, but I already know that I'll watch it...if not tape it so that I can continue to practice the dance moves until I'm ready to perform the entire number with the help of my burnt cd of the soundtrack.

I know what you're thinking - how stupid, how childish, grow up, you're lame BLAH BLAH BLAH. So what. I like serious movies, too... if I can stay awake. I like documentaries. Hell, I love classical music. Excuse me for wanting to not have to be so damn serious and pretentious for a half-second to enjoy myself and to enjoy stupid stuff for what it's worth. I'm sorry I get some small joy out of watching ridiculously wholesome television made for a younger viewing audience. I mean, how many of you take great JOY in watching the "It turns out they had been drinking, what were they thinking?" commercials where the parents let their son have a party where he drank so much alcohol that he didn't wake up in the morning. What kind of drinks did they serve? Moonshine? And then they shrug it off with a lackadaisical "what were we thiiiiinkiiiiiing?" response that is so profoundly unrealistic yet so profoundly brilliant at the same time. I mean, I would stop whatever I was doing, lest Buster had choked on a chicken bone, forcing me to perform doggie heimlich maneuver to which I would probably still try to catch it between abdominal thrusts or via my peripheral vision during follow-up CPR to view this commercial. GEEZ.

I mean how many of you lovvvvvvvvvved Full House but CRINGED during the "serious" moments? You know, when that sad monotonous violin screeching comes on and Danny is about ready to verbally murder one of his daughters or Uncle Joey or Comet until they make a sad pouty face and fess up to their wacky hijinks? I mean Stephanie drove a fucking CAR through their kitchen WINDOW! Yeah, whenever I see the letter R, I too just assume it stands for Radio YOU DUMB BITCH. If this had happened to me, I'm pretty sure I'd be a disfigured burn-victim survivor right now because my Dad would have doused me with gasoline and set fire to my body. Yet, when that damn violin starts playing, Danny takes one look at Stephanie's apologetic face, gives her a nice hug, and then they skip out the front door to catch the ice cream truck like nothing happened. Notice that they didn't use the backdoor because it's BLOCKED BY THE CAR IN THEIR KITCHEN.

But other than these sappy moments...it's a great show and anyone who thinks otherwise can suck it. I'm sorry I'm not listening to the news where all they talk about is Stephanie's addiction to Meth or how one of the Olsen twins is anorexic/breaking up with her boyfriend/smoking crack/dressing like they cut out a long piece of fabric and wrapped it around their body a few times so that it can hang off their twig limbs. DO YOU SEE HOW THIS IS ALL RELATED?

What's the point in life?

Oh, gluttony.

So, in celebration of Iowa's version of Mardi Gras, John and I did some gluttonous activities by eating massive amounts of bad food, and then did the same with drinking alcohol. Oh how I regret those decisions now, but at the same time I had a lot of fun. Minus the hangover.

*Side Note* American Idol is going to be DA SHIT this year. I'm obsessed already.

Anyway, for me to be out and about on a Tuesday night...let's just say it's a rare occasion. Actually, I think it's a first. Sometimes, very rarely, I'll be wild and crazy and go out on a Thursday night, but never Tuesday. So, the night was already out of the norm. We ate at El Ranchero. Nothing says Mardi Gras like a ton of mexican food. We then preceded that activity with a stop at DQ. I also received my Girl Scout Cookies that I regrettably purchased, and only did so out of obligation to appease a troop standing outside my front door. So, a few Peanut Butter Patties were enjoyed, too. We then bought and drank some Wild Vines (cheap wine of choice), followed by a few Michelob Ultras, followed by a few Bud Lights, followed by a few hurricanes at Verde.

So, Fat Tuesday has now turned into Fat Wednesday, Fat Thursday, and Fat weekend. I have a lot of working out to do. My metabolism normally doesn't allow for such frivolous activities.

But hey, live a little, right? It's Ash Wednesday and now I must rid my life of such gluttonous toxins and get as close to holiness as I possibly can.

Riiiiiiight. For Lent, I'm going to give up my hostility towards certain people in my life that make me feel hostile on a regular basis. Even though I flipped out this morning because I got a parking ticket due to a certain somebody and another certain somebody. Simply thinking about this occurrence (as well as other occurrences) are fueling my hostility, so I'm amending this lentil sacrifice and am switching it to....

I'll give up swearing and obvious sugar (which I already gave up the latter a few moons ago).

WWJD?