There is now officially one Peter Dinklage worth of snow outside.
(I’ve spent all day watching Game of Thrones)
Category Archives: Random Thoughts/Happenings
I’ll Admit I Don’t Entirely Understand How To Prepare for a Storm
Priorities
It’s snowing like hell. Eric’s still asleep.
Blame Game
If Sarah Palin is going to blame her son’s PTSD on Obama, then I’m going to blame my anxiety disorder on Sarah Palin.
Does your world salad come with a side of Ranch? Give me SOMETHING, lady. I DON’T UNDERSTAND THE THINGS YOU ARE SAYING.
NOTHING. MAKES. SENSE.
You owe me a lifetime supply of Xanax.
Thanks For Your Help
It’s particularly hard to find the Starbucks iced Via packets during the winter season (I like to chug them for an energy boost before my morning runs….don’t ask), so I went out of my way to venture into a different Starbucks today, hopeful that they might have some.
Me: “Hi! Do you guys have any iced Via packets in stock?”
Barista: “Ugh, no I’m sorry. We’re all out.”
Me: “Ok. Figured I’d try! The iced Via packs are very hard to find in the winter!”
Barista: “Oh oh oh WAIT– you want the ICED ones?!”
Me (excited): “Yes!!!”
Barista: “I didn’t realize you said iced.”
Me: “Oh, sorry, maybe I forgot to say it– yes, iced!”
Barista: “Yeah we definitely don’t have those.”
Well. We’re Fucked.
I watched this and then I moved to China because Canada wasn’t far enough.
Donald Trump Just Ruined The Lives of These 3 Children
NOTHING?
“Absolutely nothing noteworthy.” —
Urologist, after thoroughly inspecting my lady parts.
Fuck you, man.
Weather Related Thought Spiral
Guess I’ll put away my puffy coat and grab my spring trench for the next 10 hours because NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE.
To be clear, the seasonal affective part of me is thrilled with this randomly warm, if only for half a day, weather. But the anxious part of me worries that The Walking Dead is happening for real.
I understand that The Walking Dead has nothing to do with weather. But, like, you get it. The apocalypse. Death to mankind. Widespread chaos and destruction.
I’m not saying I actually believe any of this, I’m just saying that I bought some guns.
Because better safe than sorry and besides, it was SO EASY.
I just walked into the store screaming THE APOCALYPSE IS COMING and the guy behind the counter shrugged his shoulders and sold me 11 semi automatics.
I forgot why I started writing this.
What Rain Means
Rain on a Sunday is Mother Nature’s way of telling you that you’re not drinking enough homemade bloody marys under a faux fur blanket while binge-watching Broad City.
I know that seems weirdly specific.
But trust me on this one.
Things Po Says
Spot, on Po! I definitely ALWAYS bring food.
Oh it doesn’t count if I already ate the food? And I’m bringing it in my belly?
Then, neither. I bring neither.
You suck at this, Po.
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