Thanks...giving?

Today was Thanksgiving.  Hooray!  Quick rundown of how the day went thus far (it's only 4:00 so there may be another post to come):

Went to work at Starbucks at 930, got my ass reamed by 1,000 customers, pretty much all of whom ordered five or more drinks at a time...not cool.

Yelled at my boyfriend when he wasn't at work to pick me up, told him I was going to murder him. Par for the course, eh Ladies?

Got to my Mom's house, grubbed, wined, talked, got sleepy, left.  Mom gave me some grief when leaving and told me to go to the gym tomorrow (Thanks mom, I'll always think of you when putting my fingers down my throat to be "perfect".  Ha, we all know that doesn't happen. Tastes good going down, not coming up).

And, finally, here I sit at boy's house drinking a beer, smoking a bit and giving y'all the rundown.

I hope you all great Thanksgiving and let's not forgot to love the ones we're with.

Yes, I am Fucking a Genius

So, I have this shirt that says, "I'm a Fucking Genius" but now I'm dating a boy who is a Genius at the Apple store.  I have fallen in love with the shirt all over again because now when I wear it all I can think is, "I'm Fucking a Genius".  Thus, this will be a shirt I will have to make and own until our relationship falls apart, and hopefully at that point the shirt will have as well.

So fuckme!

Yes,

I have started a blog...lame for me.

I can't spell.

I don't have too much of a sex life.

My family is pretty awesome (minus the other half that's kinda fucked).

But hopefully,

you'll validate me in some way,

is that what this is for?

ugh, better one next time.