The weather here is insanely gorgeous. Even when I'm already outside, I'm like, "Damn, I should get outside!" In general I enjoy the outdoors, but from my cozy house, looking out the window. Weather like this makes me think I should actually go...like DO something. The downside is all the MFing pollen. I really never had allergies before but for the past 3 days I can't talk. I feel mostly fine, but I have no voice. It's so disconcerting not being able to talk--I don't even feel like myself. I got to meet beloved blogger Bossy and I was really hoping she'd love me and tell her audience how I'm the coolest blog-reader in the metro-Atlanta area, but no such luck. I was barely audible, and what I did say was mostly Monster/vodka-induced dumbassery. Manuel's doesn't have Red Bull, but they do have Monster, but there's really no good way to order that. I seriously said to the waitress, "Yeah I need another Vodka Monster....raaawwwr". And then I died, because that's retarded and I should not be allowed in public.
I had to call in to work my past 3 shifts, so now my stats will be in the toilet. I always thought being an independent contractor sounded so glamorous and flexible, but...no. At least not in my line of work. I have been applying to real jobs lately, but I don't know how I really feel about that. I only own jeans anymore, I have a visible tattoo, and I am definitely not removing my nose ring. I also don't particularly feel like driving somewhere every day, or working M-F, 8-5. I know, I know, those are all things that most people have to do. But I also know that the people who do those things bitch about it constantly. Then again, I bitch constantly anyway soooo...6 of one, right?
I'm pretty sure I told Zach to make a pot of coffee (who's Bossy now, am i right?) and it should be ready, so I'm gonna go and drink it up and hope it cures my throat malady. Have a super day, kids.
