Kvelling

Yes, I am extraordinarily proud of getting the job and dragging my sorry ass out of bed at 6:30 this morning. I never get up that early any more. Whoa, yes I do, I do now… every work day. So I am rejoicing in my new role and it was a fairly quick day as well. It was already 5:01 when I saw someone else leaving and realized that it was time for me to leave as well.

I just got my stuff ready to wear tomorrow and now I’m gonna fix myself some dinner. I think I’ll just have a sammich and a salad cuz there’s nothing new there to eat, not within the right points, anyway.

I have been good so far this week, following my points and not even at the top of the range. Let’s hope that’ll mean that my weight’s gone down at the weigh-in on Saturday. It better mean that… stupid fucks, I’m starving.

I guess American Idol is on again tonight so I’ll be watching that. I just love these people with attitude. Well, no, I guess I don’t love them; I hate them. I can’t believe their nerve in freaking when they’re told that they can’t sing.

There was one guy on there who said that he had perfect pitch. The freaking guy couldn’t carry a tune with a wheelbarrow ← (isn’t that clever? I just made that up right now, spur of the moment). But then he got mad when they didn’t pick him.

I seem to like shows that anger me. I kvell in them. Of course that’s one of the words on my Word of the Day calendar. See how much I’m learning?

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