Bags of Poop. Hey, asshole. When you think it’s cute to have your 16-year-old buddy in the backseat pretend he’s a dog and bark at my dog, guess what? Chances are I’m carrying a bag of fresh dog shit. It takes all the willpower I have not to rifle it into your passenger side window as you drive by in your 1986 Ford Tempo. You’re going to be surprised when you see good my aim is.
Working Late. If it were up to me, I would work about 11am to 7pm. I was at work until 6pm tonight, and the last hour and a half was the most productive I’d been in a long while. I consider it further evidence as to why I should either A) have an office of my own or B) work from home on a regular basis. I’m a rockstar when there’s not a ton of commotion going around all over the place. Easily distracted? Yeah, that’s me.
Cooking. I think I’m going to make some food this weekend that I can freeze for lunches/dinners. I’m tired of paying other people to make my food, and figure it’d be awesome to have stuff in my ‘fridge besides liquids and cottage cheese. Only thing? I don’t know how to cook, so it’ll have to be some easy stuff. This is where your suggestions come in to play.
TV. Why does American Idol have to run three minutes into Lost? Now I have to wait and see who gets the boot, because I’m not missing the first three minutes of Lost.