So why do I never use it? On my way home from my crapass job (still hate it! maybe more than yesterday!), I saw this U-Haul with an odd picture on the side of it showcasing something or other about some kind of "adventure" aspect of Oklahoma. But what the fuck is that thing?
After examining the side of the truck for a few minutes at a stoplight I realized it was a radar image of severe thunderstorm and a tornado. Nice! Yes, U-Haul, that's really going to bring the tourism dollars to Oklahoma. Who doesn't love severe weather? By the time I remembered I had a camera on my cell phone and fished it out of my purse, it was entirely too late. Damn you, plumbing truck! Now no one will believe me.
So glad it's Hump Day. 'Cause Hump Day is also yoga day and god damn do I feel good after that class. I think I can even soldier through this fucking weather after yoga last night. Plus, I have plans with The Boy I Currently Like tomorrow night. We're totally having corn dogs (veggie for me) and tots for dinner. I swear, sometimes I do make good food for us. Or, you know, I intend to at some point. Maybe I should stop asking what he wants for dinner and just make whatever the fuck I feel like making and he'll just have to eat it because, um, dude? I made dinner for you.
I had this big plan to see if I could trick him into eating a veggie corn dog, because I think they taste just like regular corn dogs. I mean, if you're making frozen corn dogs at home, why not make veggie corn dogs? You totally save a bunch in fat and calories. Obviously, a deep fried fair corn dog is a different animal entirely and I'd never substitute a veggie corn dog in that case. But anyway, I told him of my idea on Saturday, so ... yeah. I wasn't sure how I would be able to tell them apart on sight anyway. It was a fun idea in my mind, anyway. And honestly, isn't that what matters?
And shit, then it's Friday and I've got parties and no work for TWO WHOLE DAYS! And then the bosses are gone the whole following week. Awesome, y'all. I wonder how badly I'd have to fuck up to get them to say, "Hey, this just isn't working out," so I can go back on unemployment. I suppose I'll find out when I'm left to my own devices/mind reading next week.
After proofing this, I feel like if I was listening to myself say all this shit out loud, I'd be saying, "Holy shit. Has she taken a breath?" I like writing the way I talk, y'all. Suck it!