If there is some kind of local class or Focus Group that works on practicing and promoting tolerance and patience in the work place, I should really get my skinny ass over there.

Things that are irritating me today:

1) If you’re in an administrative position of some sort, you should know how to spell “Administrator”. Call me picky. What’s more, is that being an administrator you should also know about those fancy little tools which you have at your fingertips to make it at least *appear* that you know how to spell something like “Administrator”. It’s called spell check. You don’t even have to activate it: You type; it puts lines under the shit that doesn’t make sense. Easy, right? I will go even be as bold as to say you should especially use this handy little tool (as in: pay attention to either the red or green lines that automatically appear when you type) while creating your email signature. You know, that thing that you have appear with all your professional information at the end when you send out any email? Yeah, that thing. You. Look. Ignorant.
2) Pubic hair. Not any and all pubic hair, per se. Just the pubic hair that ends up in the white toilet seat that’s in your one unisex office bathroom. That one lone curly (blech) hair that hangs out staring at you when you walk in. I don’t necessarily have a suggestion on how to not leave a trial of pubes behind everywhere you go. All I can say is that it makes me want to puke every time I see it. (Oh, and clippers are your friend.)
3) Run-on sentences. Please don’t send me an email that is one giant run-on sentence. I can’t take you seriously, and the only amusing thing that comes out of it is me picturing you saying it to me as it comes across in your writing- which is damn funny. I wish everyone would speak like they wrote. Oh, wait…
On a lighter note, I don’t care for Hallmark holidays, however I must say that I feel spoiled and am loving the Buster Posey Giants jersey, cute little black dress, and dozen red roses from New Dude. Every bitch loves to feel special.

I feel like I don’t have anything exciting to write. That may be a lie. Perhaps it’s just that so much has gone on without writing that the task seems a bit overwhelming.

I’ve been on a new word kick. I like to check on the word of the day so I can find cool obscure words and use them around people so I can see them get confused. I'm equally as happy when somebody actually knows that the hell I'm saying. I’m also the asshole who corrects my friends on grammar and verb usage. Thank goodness they love me, because I can see how that can get annoying, but really I'm not ever very excited to hang out with A Stupid. Can I help it if I want my niece to recognize the difference between being able to do something and being willing to? Nope, not this bitchy aunt. (And people, please learn the difference between “your” and “you’re” for fuck’s sake. I’ll let confusion with “who” and “whom” slide, but really…)

I’ve also been on a work-out kick. I’ve been trying to run at least 3 miles at the gym at least 3 times a week. It may or may not have something to do with this insanely huge tattoo I started to get on my person. I am seriously going to be half covered with one piece of amazingly fabulous artwork (more on that another time). I’ve also been talking about doing a Tough Mudder event with a guy I’m dating. If you haven’t heard of it, check it out- it’s a little on the crazy side, but why let running through flame throwers and wires with electrical currents scare you?

You only live once. Oh, and don't be a pussy. Good words to live by.

For Serious

I'm back.

Let's get things going again, shall we?