Monday morning reds

There’s this idiot I’m wasting my time arguing with online about weight loss methods and whether or not it’s proper to be saying it’s okay for folks to completely cut out entire food groups and nutritional elements simply for the sake of rapid waist-shrinkage.

I know. Why the fuck am I arguing with someone online? I might as well be having a conversation with my cats for as logical as that really is. But dammit, I get so tired of people making horribly ignorant statements like “if you start saying crap like ‘eat in small doses’ I can guarantee it doesn’t work.” This coming from a person who said it was perfectly okay to completely cut out proteins and carbs. PROTEINS and CARBS, people. The fuel of the body. Are you kidding me? GRRRR. But then again, he IS a man. And he’s further proof that men should flex their muscles more and speak a whole lot less.

I kid. I’m not a manhater. Yet.

Not looking forward to this week. Hell is upon us and I’m bracing myself for three staggeringly boring days of sitting in a tiny cramped room with a bunch of people who really only show up to hear themselves talk. A conclusion I’ve drawn after watching them verbally surmount each other time and again during team meetings. I don’t get it. How can anyone carry on a conversation like that? The only real result is that I develop a stress headache and drink heavily during dinner. By the end of the week I’m emotionally wrought and physically exhausted.

Steel yourselves, peeps. It could get ugly at mmdc this week. Or maybe not. I may just allow my soul to retreat for a few days. Call it an act of self-preservation.

Anyone who does not have at the very least a strong fondness for Julie Andrews should excuse themselves from the planet immediately. Seriously. Get right the fuck outta here.

I’m just sayin’.