Just sitting here again on a Friday, with nothing happening. I swear I can almost hear crickets chirping in the lobby...I guess I'll pass some time with some rambles for your reading pleasure.
I joined weight watchers again yesterday. I damn near had to have someone shove me up on the scale. To my surprise, I'm only 10 pounds over my comfortable weight. That made me pretty happy...I expected at least 20. Now, my comfortable weight and my goal weight are two different things indeed...but so far, so good. I vaguely remember when I started this plan last time, I was convinced I had way too many points to eat per day and that it just wasn't gonna work, and I kinda think that again...but you know what? I lost 36 pounds last time...so whoever designed this thing must know what's up. Just gonna keep eating the good stuffs and see what the scale says next Thursday! Kinda bummed right now though - the kitchen is serving ham salad for lunch - which usually carries substitutes of chicken salad and/or pimento cheese - but no, not today. And they are serving no vegetables what-so-ever. What the hell is that crap? Meh. (Update: diet crisis averted, Michele "Wingman" Venegas is saving the day with a Grilled Chicken Snack Wrap in order to prevent me from starving all afternoon!)
There have been a few big revelations in the "Saga of Tesla Nicole" as of late. She's not only found herself knocked up (which I know because of a post on facebook, not because she's bothered to call and tell me) but as of yesterday, she's found herself locked up too. I don't even want to discuss the baby at this point, but I'm thinking that maybe a few weeks in jail will teach her what the phrase "court ordered rehab" means. It sure doesn't mean you don't have to go, and she's gonna find that out the hard way. I bet if I typed up half of this shit and sent it to MTV, I could probably score her a series. No lie.
I just had a lady walk up to my desk with some paperwork and ask "Did you request these?" and I replied "No, I didn't request them, but I'm supposed to make sure they get to the right person..." and she says to me, in a tone that sounded like she thought I was a raging idiot, "That's what I just asked you." Uhmmm...no, it really wasn't what you just asked me. And no, I most certainly did not call you and say "Hey, smart person that we trust with 71 precious lives, please bring me these papers." Who's the idiot now, fartknocker? (<-- favorite F word.)
The ladies that inhabited my hut moved out last Saturday, and they did not tear up the place! They gave me the last $50 of my rent...for a whole 12 hours and then they stopped payment on the check. They were even nice enough to leave beef in the freezer and shut the electric off! Yeah, boy! They're some fuckin' bang-up people, for sure! They left me with a bunch of crap furniture as well, I'd be bitter about that but I have an OUTSTANDING idea for re-purposing one of the dressers. Gotta take the good with the bad I guess. I just hope once they are settled in their new place, that their refrigerator goes out on a swelching ass day, and leaves them with a mess exactly like they left me!
Tonight, I'm gonna go eat with the Parentals, like always - hope we go to Scriber's because they have the most incredible chicken sandwich in the history of ever...nom nom. Then, I think me and the gorgeous boyfriend are gonna go home and lay in the bed, and watch TV and not do a damn thing. My poor fella has to work all weekend, and I've been battling sneezes and sinus pressure all day. I'm sad that he has to work though, I really wish he could join me and Madre tomorrow while we float in the pool and catch tans.
...and that's all I got. Bye y'all, bye y'all....
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