My Beloved Monster and Me

We go everywhere together.
We're in a raincoat that has four sleeves.
It gets us through all kinds of weather.

But Mikeface hasn't been wanting to take pictures recently, so we have no documentation of this event. It's okay, though. He bought a new car, and for some reason, guys always feel compelled to take a myriad of pictures of their new car. So there will be pictures.

Saturdays are my GSD days. Get S____ Done days. You can fill in whatever word you want for the S. Like the word "stuff", for instance.
Anyway, I feel so accomplished on Saturdays so that on Sundays I can relax and not feel like I have to any S because all my S was done on Saturday!

This salsa is delicious. What did I do to it? I probably just added the secret ingredient*.
*reference to Kung Fu Panda

I ordered a book online today, and it turns out I already had an Amazon account I didn't know about, which was a little shocking because I can't remember when I have ever used it before. And, no, I'm not going to tell you which book I bought because it's really girly. It was my Happy July 9th gift to myself, though when it arrives here, it will be my Happy July 15th - July 24th gift. Yeah, I celebrate random days. I also use bobby pins to hold paper documents together sometimes when I'm low on paper clips. True story.

On a random note, Amazon could improve its business strategy by including the price of shipping in with the merchandise and then advertise FREE SHIPPING on everything. It's customer perception manipulation, which is just another term for marketing.
You're welcome.

Yesterday, I thought of a new life goal: To never lock myself out of my car. It's a fine goal to be sure, but I'm not sure I want to adopt it because of the implication that, in the rare event that I do lock myself out of my car, I have failed at life. And I don't want to fail at life. I want to win! And since I would consider myself winning right now, I think I'll keep my life goals to the short list I have previously composed.

Oh, you wanted me to share that list with you? That's another sausage for another day.

I know sometimes this is less of a blog and more of a roommate behavioral log, but I just feel like you need to know with which what I live. So here's another true story.
The other day I came home and was making my lunch, so I reach up to grab my loaf of bread off of the refrigerator. But suddenly there, staring me in the face, was a fish!
(and I don't mean the magnet on the refrigerator)
















And this wasn't any normal kind of fish like cod or tilapia, you know. It had like a blue and black spotted pattern, so it must be poisonous. I think she cooks and eats baby sharks.















What's possibly even MORE disturbing is the way that it was just casually thrown on top of the refrigerator, like that's where it's supposed to be. Did she forget to refrigerate/freeze it? No wonder our apartment smells like fish all the time! You know, when it's not smelling like feet or a morgue.

Yesterday, Mike was like, "What's up?"
And I said, "NM. JCLAGSBD."
And he was like, "I don't even know what you just spelled."

If you were on AIM back in the day, then you may know that this meant "Nothing much; just chilling like a girl should be doing."
If you are still on AIM, you need an upgrade.

I think I'm going to have to start wearing my glasses to work for headache/eye-strain support. I'm going to get yelled at, though, because it'll be new for people. I already get yelled at every day for not accepting Visa.



















I look like my mum,
TWS