Let’s cut the shit. I know it’s been addressed, but I’m getting incredibly tired of all these ” (insert sport) Wives”, “Real Housewives” shows. 97% of you hoes are divorced/never were married and have this ridiculous sense of entitlement because you married or dated a rich man/athlete. These chicks walk around like “I’m a businesswoman, I built an empire, I have a foundation, blah blah blah”. The hell. No, bitch, you used your (ex)husband/boyfriend’s name and money to do that. I find it ridiculous and people are just eating it up. The petty drama in their small, albeit well dressed lives is laughable. Is this really what your life consists of? Going to lunch, talking to your friends about why you don’t like this person, then going to dinner to address the person you don’t like and inevitably getting into a fight. (You know that’s how they always end). Next day repeat, but with different cast members. Until we finally reach the reunion show where EVERYONE can fight at once. Ratings gold.
Maybe I’m just going crazy, but I’ve noticed some abnormally large birds flying around lately. Yesterday I swear I saw 3 vultures circling the parking lot at my apt. They were HUGE. They looked like they were gonna swoop down and take me out the game. Ok I’m sure they weren’t vultures, but something ain’t RAHT. This is Ohio. There shouldn’t be condors and albatrosses (mental note: google the plural for albatross) flying around all willy nilly. Why am I even thinking so much about birds right now?
*don’t ask me why I know all these random birds or why I just said willy nilly.
Twitter is my workplace coping mechanism. I have to tweet from my phone because these computers are of the finest pre-Y2K quality. But ubersocial is acting crazy and this blackberry mobile web is slower than Fantasia reading a teleprompter. I’m getting the crack shakes. I needs mah tweets!
Ugh. Sometimes having a good weekend sucks because it makes going back to a job you hate THAT much harder. The feeling I had when pulling into work this morning could only be described as sorrow. Black cloud, leafless tree, wet socks, cereal but no milk, deep abysmal sorrow. Sorry. I’m dramatic on mondays. I’m going to eat a reese’s cup. Life is always better with a reese’s cup.