My brain is shot because I was actually required to work this weekend doing an internal audit.
I spent 8 hours in a room with two complete strangers who grilled me about my every effing move over the last year. Two days later - I still have hives.
No one with social anxiety the level that I have should ever have to endure such a thing.
I thought I might die.
This also meant I was one nap shy of the usual two I get every weekend.
Oh the humanity, right?
It also means I have nothing to write about that is noteworthy (which is so different than any other day, I know)....so I've got pictures.
And you guys thought I was kidding about that Care Bear Land shit.
Yes. I act like a 12 year old little girl and wear jewelry like one too!
Honestly. If I have to work what seems like every waking hour of every day (slight exaggeration) then at least I'm going to use cute-ass pens and paper.
I bow down to anyone who works full shifts on weekends.
If you ask me - it should be outlawed.
It feels like torture. Like lunch with Casey Anthony. That lasts 8 hours.
And now look. I'm blog posting about FOOD with even a little bit of a recipe.
I swore I'd never do such a thing but remember - I have no brain today.
I get a free pass.
You are all required to pretend you love this whole post. I hope you know that.
How do you like my fine china up there? We only use the best paper plates around here.
And OMG - I'm going to post more food pictures.
I hate myself.
I have exquisite taste buds. Rice, chicken, broccoli, gravy. Every day since January 1st.
I like to step outside my comfort zone a lot, wouldn't you say?
Lastly - I leave you with the shitpile that was my closet.
Remember when I told you that I cleaned it?
I wasn't kidding and here's the proof.
I forgot what color the carpet was in there because I hadn't seen it in so long.
How refreshing to not crawl over a mountain of shoes each morning.
And thanks to Watermelon's prodding - I got rid of an entire garbage bag of what she labeled *Granny shoes*....like she's some kind of fashion guru or something.
Okay, that's all I can muster up.
I'm too pissed at the world to fart gumdrops or poop rainbows right now.
I do however, believe tomorrow the sun will shine.
Tomorrow is my weigh in day and I am still kicking ass.
It could be that being locked in a room with two strangers and feeling like I was on trial made me not want to eat or drink or even freaking blink but who cares, right?
And remember to pretend you liked this and tell me your life is changed completely due to this post.
Thank you and you're welcome.
I do my best.