Stressed out and desperately wishing I could be independently wealthy. It only took two days of being back at work to bring out the best in me! I swear to you; I would be happy and healthy if I didn't have to spend 40 hours a week in that hell hole. Or if I at least had my old position back. Argh. Plus, my sleep schedule has been totally out of whack the last two nights...I haven't gotten to sleep until at least 1am.
Ok, so I did stay up until 12:30 watching Bret Michaels new Rock of Love. Why? I don't know. I think it makes me feel better about myself. I know that's twisted logic, but think about it. 1/2 of these women are certifiably insane, and comprised of nothing but plastic and silicone. There was one particular scene in which one girl was taking a shot out of another girl's...how do I put this delicately?....hoo ha? You get the picture.
Watching that shit makes me realize how truly sanemy life really is. Thank god for real boobs and non-Buick sized lips.
I haven't made it to the gym since Friday. Bad Kelly, I know. This lack of sleep has thrown my body completely out of whack...but I swear to you, I'm going tomorrow morning. In fact, as soon as I'm done with this, I'm taking a shower and going to sleep. I'm in bed by 9pm....I mean it.
Sorry for the lackluster post...it's just been one of those days.
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Ha ha ha...Rock of Love...I've missed it this season...as no cable = no VH1, which depresses me. Those crazy hoes make me feel better about myself also...
And no...Perfection was not at the gym...booo....
I do the same thing with "Real Housewives of (fill in new york, atlanta, orange county, here)."
Oddly it makes me glad I am based in reality. and I like all of your posts! lackluster or not.
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