23 August 2012

Changing focus.

So yesterday, I was all worried about meeting The Boy I Currently Like's family in a couple of days. Today however, I'm consumed with car issues and fantasy football.

Stoner Commish thinks it is not the job of the guy in charge of everything to be responsible for making sure everyone pays their league entry fee and them to pay that money out to the winners. Apparently, I'm supposed to harangue people I about know so they send him a check and them he sends me a check.

It's absolutely fucking maddening.

Not as maddening (or perhaps just differently maddening) were the noises my car had been making. There is something wrong with something in the drivers' side wheel area. The noise had gotten so disconcerting that I wanted to take my car in tomorrow. But the shop didn't have anything on their after-hours drop off, so I didn't leave it. Poop.

At least I managed to fix the awful manicure I got last night. While I was doing it, I realized he never pushed my cuticles back. What the hell did he do for two hours?

Honestly. And the instructor let it all go. That's some quality educating, Teanna.

22 August 2012

Barely keeping it together.

I'm less than three days away from meeting part of The Boy I Currently Like's family. And I've started panicking. It's mostly appearance-related, because that's something over which I kinda have control.

Tonight, I got a manicure at the Aveda Institute. I should have turned and run when I saw the stoner hippie in the hemp necklace call my name, but I didn't. He gave me the worst fucking manicure ever. My nails are all different lengths. The polish is dull and rough. It's chipping already and there are spots where there is no polish. It took nearly two hours.

I really have to stop going there. I could do better bombed off my ass. And I probably will. I have to redo most of the fingers in one way or another. Christ.

Now all I have to worry about is my hair and skin. I'm finally home tonight after more than a week of dog-sitting. My hair and skin did NOT like the water in that house. I started out all zitty, then my skin was dry. Now it's a little of both, plus itchy and blotchy. Fun! My hair has been dull, frizzy, lank and just fucking weird. I'm hoping against hope that getting back to my own place will help.

Because, let's face it -- if my hair looks terrible and I have a screaming red zit on my face, that's all anyone is gonna see. I wonder if I should get my hair done -- an updo or a blowout or something.

At least I'm excited about my dress and shoes. I love both. And my family liked him, so maybe his family will like me?

The thing that sucks is that I can't be nervous. With his anxiety, I have to be the calm one. No one's gonna hold my hand and reassure me.

I sure hope this isn't a dry wedding.

16 August 2012

I feel like I've been MIA.

I could probably check to see when I last posted, but that would require effort. And I'm not terribly into that at the moment.

There is stuff coming up in the near future, including a half day off tomorrow to go to Como Zoo. Yay!

Mostly, I was getting ready to hang out with these fellas. It's weird to hang out with guys who act all scandalized if I sneeze, burp, laugh or fart. I pick up your poop, dudes. You aren't better than me.


09 August 2012

Non-post.

There just ain't much going on at the moment. Work hadn't been terrible this week. Oh, there have been moments, but I haven't had to work  too late or anything.

I did find out that my efforts to cut back at the office last month didn't really work. In fact, I have more than one week's worth of hours more than the person on my team closest to me. Dammit.

That won't stop me from trying to cut back, though. I will get my life back! For now, though, I'm gonna enjoy the fuck out of this lovely weather we are currently having. It's gonna be some good sleepin' weather tonight.

05 August 2012

Making progress.

I feel terrible for going yet another weekend without doing anything to clean up this dump. I could make all kinds of excuses about working weekends and shit, but ... I made some progress tonight in de-cluttering things. So there's that.

Despite the fact that there's a very good chance I'll be working more than "normal" hours this week and quite possibly be working on the weekend, I've gotta actually clean this place. And it pretty much has to be this weekend.

Such an exciting thing to look forward to this work week, no?

01 August 2012

Oh. My. GOD.

Man, I was having a shit day. I was just fucking tired and cranky as hell. Earlier in the day, this post was going to be about the hateful fucking skank from one of the offices on the floor who stole my Aveda Defining Whip while I peed. I left it for 30 goddamn seconds! What is wrong with those cunts? I hope they all get herpes.

But that all went away after I found out that not only was I going to see Dave Chappelle tomorrow night, but KayGee and I will be sitting in the FRONT FUCKING ROW.

I'm absolutely fucking giddy.

Lucky for me, I somehow saw a couple of tweets announcing the show about five minutes before tickets went on sale. I consider it something of a miracle, since I had upwards of 500 unread tweets. Stupid work keeping me ... working. On a whim, I sent a text to KayGee. We went back and forth. Tickets were expensiveish and the fees were ridiculous, of course. So K asked our lovely friend Sweetness if he would pick them up.

Long story short, he was there early enough and the scalpers hadn't quite gotten wind of things yet and we ended up with front fucking row tickets to see Dave fucking Chappelle. And we only paid $54 for them. Tickets are the same price for the entire theater, so the poor souls in the top in the back row paid the same (probably more, with fees) as we did. Fuck and yes. Of course, those tickets were probably bought by scalpers who found out about the show eventually.

Did I mention I'm giddy?

I'm just so glad KayGee pulled the trigger. Shit, I'm glad I pulled the trigger to text to see if she was interested. It's been quite some time since I did something spur-of-the-moment like this on a school night. Truth be told, I'm mostly off work Friday. That helped a little bit.

I can't wait until tomorrow, y'all.