It's not Christmas til it snows.

My record is five blags in a month. Think I can beat that?

Yeah, me either.

But BLAM. Here's another.

My feet are bloody cold. I will not concede that it's December. It's 40 and there is no snow. I call shenanigans. Why does Arizona get it? Fucking, desert is getting snow. Not New York. Not Illinois. Not Minnesota. Not Michigan. Not fucking Wisconsin. This is bullshit.

I need to finish someone's christmas present. And then I need to see if I can get to the southern half of the state to see some cool homies this week. (AKA Thursday night/Friday)

You see, Blog, when lots of my friends (see also: three) live in far, far away land, I have to make time and make schedules work and it's not always easy when all I want is my friggen prime rib from outback but SOMEONE has to have a really bloody difficult work schedule. #firstworldproblems

Seriously though. This is some bullshit. Again.

I'll figure it out. Just gotta do some foot work... er, text work, tomorrow. If only I didn't work.

I hate my job.

I think I've decided I don't want to be in charge of the kitchen. If it's taken me this long to decide, if I'm flip flopping back and fourth every day as to whether or not I even want to KEEP the job... maybe I should just stay where I'm at and wait. Sure, I could do a good job, but ultimately, it's not worth my sanity and stress levels. Also, my liver. My job makes me drink.

Why in the name of fuck am I looking at houses to buy? Am I really that masochistic, or do I want to live a dream?

(edit: and I fucking found this. I want it. Oh god why do I want it? Don't worry, I don't think I'll actually buy it. I just... I don't know what my issue is right now.)

Anyway. Yeah. That's all I've got. At least, that's all I think I've got.

I'm only updating because I care about you, Blog. And because you're being so kind with your feedback.

bbl. Gonna go write some shit.

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