50c corn dogs in Your Face

  • Feb. 15, 2017, 11:02 a.m.
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So many packages to open yesterday. So much stuff I really don’t need to spend money on. BUT I LOVE SPENDING MONEY.

Yesterday dragged it’s ass HARD. I had a seriously difficult time mustering energy for anything - it even took me an hour and a half before I bothered to open my packages, and even then it was more of a survival thing - I needed the space on my desk and I also needed to unwrap and squirrel everything away in my backpack so M didn’t see it and rag at me for buying junk.

My ears and eyes have been so effing itchy lately. Like seasonal allergies, but I have no idea what could possibly be setting me off right now.

M bought a 12-serve frozen lasagne yesterday, which I had vetoed in several previous discussions. I mean, I wasn’t mad about it, just found it funny that he wanted it so bad that he gathered up his testicles and made a trip to the supermarket without me, just so he could buy it. So, last night’s dinner was lasagne.

Tracy bought me a box of chocolates in a heart-shaped red velvet box. Which is basically the epitome of valentines gifts to me. M got me lasagne, evidently. We don’t do anything for valentines day.

Got home from work, put on pyjama pants and then M remembered that we hadn’t been to Albertsons to get a couple of items. DANG IT. We both reluctantly pulled our pants and boots back on and took a walk over there. Dinner was lasagne (duh) and salad.

I did a ton of transcription and John had a nightmare amount of voicemails to transcribe. I need to help him with some online filings too, he’s sending me details on that today.

I have a lot to do for Tracy, but I’m feeling like it’s all too hard. Everything is half done and waiting on stuff from clients or from her or whatever. So I get that feeling of, “Why bother?” Anything I do today won’t get resolved this week and I’ll just have to redo it at a later date.

I am actively trying to clear my desk at Tracy’s today. It’s a mess, and it’s dusty and gross. It’s a black glass top, which I hate, but which also shows up every speck of dust or coffee dribble. It’s the worst. And it’s time. IT IS TIME.

My uterus eruption seems to be slowing up. I read once that the average menstrual period yields only a few tablespoons of blood. I can hear you ladies out there scoffing. A few tablespoons. Right. So that’s why we go through dozens of super-absorbent feminine hygiene products, right? That’s why we need a tampon that can absorb a full glass of water? A few tablespoons. Tell that to anyone that has had a terrible leaking incident.

Can’t remember if I mentioned - I bought a couple of paper journals on clearance at Walgreens. As usual, something I did not need, because my house overflows with potential journals, but still. I am making use of one to scribble down my bitching and complaints and small statements of personal agony. It helps, some.

I impulse-bought some Henry’s Hard Soda single cans of grape soda to try. M made a ridiculous comment about drinking them with the frozen lasagne, “because we don’t have any wine.” Grape hard soda as an equivalent to wine. Who even is this guy?

Also, he dug out a llama hair poncho the other day that I am 99% sure is the one he refers to from his childhood. After a quick trip through the washer and drier, he threw it on and swooped out of the bedroom in it. So. That’s what I live with.

Pies on a Carousel February 15, 2017

Llama hair poncho? There are so many things that i never knew existed...

AlexYourAlterEgo Pies on a Carousel ⋅ February 15, 2017

All you gotta do is spend a solid 24 hours with M. There's a whole lotta useless learnin' to be had.

MTC February 15, 2017

M is hilarious in this one! The grape soda as wine call was amazing.

AlexYourAlterEgo MTC ⋅ February 15, 2017

There's at least one ridiculous comment like that every day.

MTC AlexYourAlterEgo ⋅ February 16, 2017

Start a twitter account, for the love of all that is good in this world!

AlexYourAlterEgo MTC ⋅ February 16, 2017



MTC AlexYourAlterEgo ⋅ February 17, 2017

Omg amazing!!!! The lasagna one hehehe. Please put the grape soda on! Does he know it exists?

Deleted user February 16, 2017

"so M didn’t see it and rag at me for buying junk"
Until he has a job, this is simply not relevant

I got the girlfriend her favorite juice for Valentine's day, because of the 200 stores that sell juices, only about 4 actually carry it and they're all miles away through traffic
Some radio host was saying that males spend an average of 170 dollars and females spend around 70 dollars (and there were other averages for either genders as well as far as gifts)
Who the shit spends that kind of money? Where the shit are they spending it?

Deleted user February 16, 2017

If your latest entry is addressing what I'd said about the being nagged, I apologize
It would just be frustrating to be told what do with what I'd earned when I'm providing for more than myself

Though I can see how what I've said could be interpreted as dickish, so the topic is off limits from now on

Dread Pirate Kosh February 16, 2017

I call shenanigans on that 12 serve lasagna, the same way ice cream claims to have 12 servings when in reality there are only 4, I bet it's the same with the lasagna.

I would have skipped the grocery store once the pants were off, there was always tomorrow.

AlexYourAlterEgo Dread Pirate Kosh ⋅ February 16, 2017

Oh, yeah, I agree as far as the lasagne. M will, of course, serve it as 12 portions, but he does supplement with generous portions of salad and vegetables, so it ends up being satisfying. BUT if I were left to my own devices, it would only last 6 portions.

The grocery store dilemma was that it was the last day of the sale, and we only ever buy items on sale (it's an obsession). It was okay, I did enjoy the walk over there in the cool air.

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