Thursdays are always the hardest

Someone in the office is eating potatoes right now. The scent is wafting all up and down the halls from the break room. It smells delicious. I’m going to KILL IF I DON’T GET LUNCH SOON. (I forgot to pack mine) (Yes, all those damn lunchboxes and I still managed to come to work lunchless…)

Don’t Have a College? Borrow Mine!

I have tons of school pride just leaking out of every orifice. I will rock the orange-and-black as hard as I can for as long as I can if given the opportunity.

So hey! Here’s the opportunity! It’s not limited to just Oregon schools (I know the site says that, but I thought I would reiterate for those of you who can’t seem to read all the words on a page) so wear your school pride on your sleeve every Friday just like me. We can be asshole geeks together!

The Weather Can Bite Me

It’s currently 11:54am and it’s 103 degrees outside.

That is all.

One More Day

The weekend can’t get here fast enough. I want a nap, a massage, someone to do all my finals for me, and a big fucking steak that’s been heavily marinated in Cheese Fantastico. (shhhh, that’s my grilling secret!)

I keep forgetting and then remembering (and then forgetting again) that Monday is a holiday. I so look forward to an attempt at sleeping in. Maybe I’ll finally slap that flower bed into the backyard like I’ve been planning to do. I have all the succulents ready and baking on the side of my house. I just need to get it over with already.

Next Friday I’m attending a wine tasting benefit for my cousin’s high school. Apparently it’s nothing but luscious food and orgasmic wines. Which is totally what they should put on their posters if they really want to draw in the crowds. I’m just sayin’.