Mama's Dancing With the Stars parties have gotten out of control. What started as a simple "Hey people come on over" has now become this big event where she cooks some strange dish (mostaccioloi bake wtf), arranges this big snack tray, buys bottles of wine, and encourages (forces) me to make something for dessert.
My favorite kind of cookies are the Betty Crocker Oatmeal Chocolate Chip mix in the bag. I decided to appease Mama and make them last night.
Okay. The only people who really come over are my mother's only friend Raul and my co-worker RC (who only comes for the food).
Today has been unproductive as I've spent most of it having mini-tantrums about everything from not wanting to get out of bed because it was a little cold, to my lighter falling between the seats when I was driving to Starbucks so I had to wait 5 min to have my first cigarette of the day. Man, if I actually was a toddler, I would be the worst ever. At least I have my adult ability to dial it down when I'm in a bad mood.
Oh then this was funny: I got confused on a two-way street and thought it was a one way. I was about to make a left turn so I scooted into the left lane which was actually the other side of the road. Holy shit. That was my scare for the day.
Oh I advertised Prosebox today. Even though I've been on OD for a really long time (finally just decided to hell with it). Anyway apparently they shut down Xanga so my acquaintance on Facebook wanted alternatives so I told her to come here. Then I got scared cause I wondered if she'd see me on here. Then I thought who cares because she doesn't even know me really.
Anyway, back to my mother and the highlights of her week which revolve around TV. She has these same parties for Grey's Anatomy. No one is allowed to move while it is on otherwise she will pause and go back but she goes back way too far so we end up watching a whole 15 minutes over again.
I had three Jolly Ranchers today and they made my stomach feel like crap. Now I'm sitting here drinking a Carmel Brule Latte for no reason.
I guess since this is my first official entry on here I should mention that I have three jobs and one of them is at Starbucks. I thought that working there would make me detest everything they/we make but instead I find myself drinking it more and coming in every day regardless of whether I work or not.
I've been so lazy and neglectful of myself lately but I'm finally going back to stupid yoga tonight. I've been meaning to ask my bro to give me more dance lessons (he's a pro). He taught me Charleston but I already forgot it/suck at it. I just wanna do some kind of fun exercise for a change. Or maybe it's Mama's stupid DWTS obsession that has gotten to me.
Ok well I've nothing more to say. Cheerio.
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