Hey people from my old job stop friend requesting me on facie. I have no business to ever speak to you tool bags ever again, leave me alone!
Welcome to kbels has her crabby pants on day 4. I woke up feeling hung over but didn’t drink (the fuck?), im really behind on 90210, if I don’t get a job soon I’m going to have to turn to a life of crime I feel and I got some bad news yesterday but more about that at a later time.
Also my father goes home today so my stress level is just…like…where is the booze?
In 1977, Bill Cosby earned his doctorate in education from UMass. His dissertation was titled, An Integration of the Visual Media via “Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids” Into the Elementary School Curriculum as a Teaching Aid and Vehicle to Achieve Increased Learning.
Me and the Cosb have the same alma mater and, yea, I’ve done nothing good but sneeze on my poodle and cry a few times because I miss Game of Thrones.
But JK I took a side class (like a group but we got mini credits) on his dissertation and the man is a GENIUS. And hilarious while being learned as well.
ANYWHO back to writing the great American novel at 12:30 because for some fucking reason I can only write when it’s time for me to be sleeping. Carry on, ya’ll.
I SAW THAT!!!! I wanted to say something to you but I didn’t know y’all relationship. That was intense.
Ugh, I know. We were like coworkers when she first got pregnant/married to this total creep that used to hit on our mutual friends all of the time. I’m glad I bit my tongue. I’m in one of those moods today that would have probably made her cry. She’s kind of nice, I dont’ know. It’s just like, leave my uterus out of it, you know?
I think Monday morning we’re all going to need to sit down and discuss this trip to Daytona. It will be then I show you the picture of Lilly’s soaked sorry ass after she fell into the pool then we’ll have a good chat about what it’s like to not have a strong wifi connection but have VERY over productive tear ducts.
I used to think the song “Get Out Of My Dreams And Into My Car” was actually, “Get Out Of My Jeep And Into My Car” and it confused the absolute hell out of me. ANYWAY, sitting here remembering that the song seems a little creepy. Like get into my car little girl I have cooookkiieessss. And then I’m like I’d probably get into someones car for cookies. Especially Oreos. And now I feel like I need professional help. THANKS INTERNET.
I am the suck when it comes to packing. I literally can’t find anything I want to bring and now I’m having a hissy fit and throwing things about like I’m some sort of stage queen. Just get me out of here send in the clowns would you?
Heh, my friends brother was just on CNN talking about Whitey. Apparently he’s moved to LA. Odd, James, don’t you have three kids with my cousin Erin? I know she didn’t move you tool. You were an extra in the straight to VHS move “Southie” you’re not a fucking actor. Go home and take care of your shit.
That’s almost as romantic as the time I became a nanny for a young billionaire widower with two precocious children who hated me at first, but after their father’s evil gold digging fiance stranded the children and I in Belgium so we would miss the wedding the children learned to love me and their father saw I was the right girl for him.
Oh wait, that was the plot of “Au Pair”. I moved to Cleveland for a while and got fat. Close enough.
Sometimes Lilly will be hanging out in the living room staring at the door in case potential Mommy nappers or any of the 7 dogs that live here try to break in. Anyway so sometimes she’ll hear me sneeze or laughing maniacally at myself and remembers I exist. So she’ll run in, jump on the bed ,break into my personal space and then nestles her head in my neck before running back off. Kind of like just getting in my snuggles now Mom, back to protect the village.