Picking shit with the chickens

September 1st, 2012, 4:33 PM by Goddess

Well color me shocked. Not that somebunny and I don’t have any plans tonight, but that my day has been excuse-free.

Of course, he DID hedge by saying he was doing Raggedy Ass’ bidding today, although I would say the task should have taken no more than an hour.

But oh well. Seriously, color me UN-surprised about that. Never met somebody so enamored by the assholes from the past. Seriously, I have yet to hear one story that paints either of ’em in a light that would make their fake hair colors, bitchy and demanding demanors, and crust-filled wrinkles look good.

Of course, my immediate reaction to this picture (other than WANTING TO SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD) was that the best answer to bitches who can’t count is to subtract yourself from the equation and let them COUNT YOU OUT. Because, really, if that’s where else he spends his time, why distract him with what he could have had when he’s clearly happy picking shit with the chickens?

Anywyay, it’s OK. I’ve been at work all day. I’m exactly halfway done with my project, which considering that I’ve been here seven hours, that isn’t good. 🙂 I’m just bummed because I wanted to go to the event myself, and it’s nearby, but there ain’t no way in hades that I’m going to pull this together in time.

Hey, I’m just happy to be among the land of the employed, is all. Life? Events? Rest for the wicked? Puh-leeze. You all have known me for a decade. When on earth has any of that ever been on the docket? 😀



Blue moon

September 1st, 2012, 7:06 AM by Goddess

The blue moon was blue. Well, not really.

My “once in a blue moon” was that I got home before 9 p.m. on a weeknight. Of course, that’s A) because I got out to the middle of nowhere around 6 a.m. yesterday to start my 12-ish hours of joy and rapture, and B) I have to go in for a full day today.

It’s like working at Ye Olde Workplace Establishment again, but with more alligators. (Or gally-ators, as my Grampy used to call them.)

Need to have some coffee and scrub my butt so that Hour 60-ish of my captivity (and hour 10-ish of my commute) can resume.

Will also wait for the text from you-know-who that cancels plans we never had. Now THAT would be the once-in-a-blue-moon occurrence right there … if somebunny came through with a promise! I wouldn’t know what to do, honestly, if the same guy I met/adored almost a year ago was the same one who showed up/came through in my life now.

Would I say yes out of curiosity or no out of self-preservation? And will I ever get a bona fide chance to find out?