My dearest blogger,

Please don't be angry. I know I've been a neglecting friend, but I am back. We discussed my commitment issues early on, I hope you understood. I will try to be better!

Hugs,
Blue

You know that song She's Gonna Break by Less than Jake? That's me. Right now.

Monday: Hours worked = 14, Papers written for school = 1.5
Tuesday: Hours worked = 10, Test taken for school = 1, Paper written for school = .5
Wednesday: Hours worked = 13.5, Paper written for school = 1, Test taken = 1
Thursday: Hours worked = 10, Paper written for school = 2 (okay, technically journal reviews)

Me = exhausted. One more day. One more 14 hour day. Can I do it? I think I can, I think I can, I think I......zzzzzzzzzzz.....can.....zzzzzzzzzzzz

Blogger and I don't seem to be seeing eye to eye right now. PUBLISH MY POST.NOW!

Okay, FOX higher ups we have to talk. The O.C., I love it. My Big Fat Obnoxious fiance, it's hysterical. Mumble, mumble...American Idol....fine, FINE, FINE, I am drawn to it. But I am drawing the line, a HUGE BOLD line at the Littlest Groom. FOX you are seriously freaking me out. Sorry. You just are.

Well, it's hump day and I am in a fowl mood. Very fowl. And it sucks to be in a grumpypants mood on a day called hump day. Soooo, any takers on why I am in the fowl mood? Here's why. I fall asleep last night around midnight. 2:00 am the phone rings......ignore.....2:15 am the phone rings....Now I am up. WIDE AWAKE. This girl is not falling back a sleep. Now I know you are saying, why didn't you shut the ringer off, oh I did after the 3rd call, but that didn't stop me from plotting my revenge. I look at the caller ID, I have no idea who the fuck is calling me. But I try to force myself back asleep, cause I have a hella long day today. I'm dozing.....phone rings. I answer with, "What the fuck do you want dingledick?" No one there. I am pissed. Wide awake and pissed. Did I mention I had a 7 am exam this morning (I am in grad school, in case you were wondering)? Did I mention that I have to work a 10 hour day, and cap the day off by staying in class until 10 pm, only to be up and out of the house by 6 tomorrow morning?

So, on my way to school this morning, I called said culprit of phone calls (using *67, of course) and just let it ring. I got the voicemail and immediately called back and back and back.....finally someone all groggy answers with "Stop calling" to which I respond, "Hmm, how do you like it?" and then I proceed to hang up. Is this mean, cruel, immature? I don't give a fuck. Not one. Whoever this assfat was, they called 7 times between 2:00 am and 4:15 am.

Onto other issues.......unhappy with the job right now. Some pushing the envelope ethical decisions were made that I truly don't agree with. And that makes me question my loyalty to the company. And that I don't like. And I'm going to start browsing for a new job, just browsing. And I'm going to try to not start another sentence with and. Or end one.

Current events.....The SuperBowl, yes the real game, was rather exciting. Too bad for the Panthers, ah well.......Janetit, be gone, your 15 minutes were up way back when you were on Different Strokes.....John Kerry, am I the only one who thinks this guy is handsome.....Survivor All-Stars, I love you.....The Apprentice, I love you too.....ohohohohoh!!!!! Has anyone watched My Big Fat Obnoxious fiance.....hilarouslyhysterical!!!!!!! I'm sad I haven't watched it from the beginning.

Anything else, hmmmmm, not so much. Ta.

It's FRIDAY!!!!! Damn do I love Friday's. I have really come to appreciate the weekends. There's drinking, there's relaxing, there'a boys. This weekend there's the Superbowl. The Panthers. The Patriots. Who the fuck thought the Panthers would make it to the Superbowl. Who? Okay, okay Carolinanians (you know that's people from Carolina) take a seat, obvisously you thought it. Another question...why don't the Panthers pick a Carolina. North or South. It's not hard. And this is the end of that tangent. My Superbowl pick = Panthers . Like you care, unless you wanna bet....wanna bet?

Anymagnadoodles..Survivor AllStars after the game. In case you didn't get the memo.... I.CAN'T.WAIT.

Which brings me too the Apprentice.....Bowie, I wanted to have your babies. You were so adorable, so upbeat, so teddy bearish (which I love).....I'm sorry, but should you have won I don't think you would have lasted as Pres of one of DT's (Donald Trump...yes we are that close now, we are BFF's) companies.

And as for the women....I'm a girl and I've always said it....Sex sells, sex sells, sex sells....just don't sell sex! But I think they are pushing the envelope a bit....just a weewee (haha!) bit.

With that happy weekend to all and to all plenty of alcohol!