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My officemate and I are both in crappy moods. We're laughing with one another, but we're both having one of those days where it'd really just be better to be home with a 40 and welfare cheese. Know what I'm saying?
So I didn't go to work last night and the guilt wore off by about 5ish, so I had a couple of guilt-free hours before C Spot called me to meet her out. More on this in a moment. I did watch Grey's Anatomy, which, I'm a little disappointed in. Last night's episode was just not that riveting. I know there probably has to be some filler episodes on occasion, but there was no tree limbs in torsos or poles through heads or anything! And I may be alone in this, but I've never really liked Meredith. I think she's whiny and idiotic and self-righteous and she bugs me. But this season, she hasn't irritated me as much, so here's hoping we're moving into a new Meredith-liking phase. We'll see. That bitch pisses me off one time and I'm DONE though.
Ok, so I went out after that to celebrate Paul's birth. It was fun. My girl, C Spot, (I'm K-FAB, by the way. Don't ask.) and I manage to get ourselves in a lot of trouble in very little time. Plus, we're laughers. You know, we just laugh at everything and we don't think anything of it. Well APPARENTLY, Jeffrey gets nervous and thinks we're talking about him and considering the brain state I'm in, he can just go ahead and think that. Let him be paranoid for a change. Anyway, some guy in the bar told us we were having too much fun and that it's rude to be laughing so much. What? Is that a new rule? Because....WHAT?
Tonight I'm going to meet an old friend from college that I haven't seen in YEARS. I'm so excited to see her. She was my first college friend and we have a lot of catching up to do. And then tomorrow I'm getting up far too early for a Saturday, to drive down to my friend's so we can go to wineries and bachelorette it up. I'm not looking forward to Sunday, as my liver will probably divorce me and then I'll have to shop around for a new one. Woe is me.
So I didn't go to work last night and the guilt wore off by about 5ish, so I had a couple of guilt-free hours before C Spot called me to meet her out. More on this in a moment. I did watch Grey's Anatomy, which, I'm a little disappointed in. Last night's episode was just not that riveting. I know there probably has to be some filler episodes on occasion, but there was no tree limbs in torsos or poles through heads or anything! And I may be alone in this, but I've never really liked Meredith. I think she's whiny and idiotic and self-righteous and she bugs me. But this season, she hasn't irritated me as much, so here's hoping we're moving into a new Meredith-liking phase. We'll see. That bitch pisses me off one time and I'm DONE though.
Ok, so I went out after that to celebrate Paul's birth. It was fun. My girl, C Spot, (I'm K-FAB, by the way. Don't ask.) and I manage to get ourselves in a lot of trouble in very little time. Plus, we're laughers. You know, we just laugh at everything and we don't think anything of it. Well APPARENTLY, Jeffrey gets nervous and thinks we're talking about him and considering the brain state I'm in, he can just go ahead and think that. Let him be paranoid for a change. Anyway, some guy in the bar told us we were having too much fun and that it's rude to be laughing so much. What? Is that a new rule? Because....WHAT?
Tonight I'm going to meet an old friend from college that I haven't seen in YEARS. I'm so excited to see her. She was my first college friend and we have a lot of catching up to do. And then tomorrow I'm getting up far too early for a Saturday, to drive down to my friend's so we can go to wineries and bachelorette it up. I'm not looking forward to Sunday, as my liver will probably divorce me and then I'll have to shop around for a new one. Woe is me.