i just want to say that kuma is probably the cutest pug in the world. i’m serious.
coco comes in at a close second, but it’s only because she’s the tiniest thing in the world. a pug the size of a chihuahua. i’m sure that will change once she starts to grow, but we’ve had her for over a month now and she’s grown like…0.5%. she’s less than 2 lbs. kuma grew so much within a month. it was/is nuts! when kuma first arrived, he was about 2 lbs max. now he’s a meaty 8…and he’s almost 6 months. he’s going to keep growing for a few more months so i’m expecting a 12 lb pug. IN MY DREAMS, right?! but seriously, cutest pug in the solar system.
i’m also broke as fuck because i don’t understand the concept of saving anymore. i need to stop buying shit and just do more laundry. it doesn’t help that i want to buy EVERYTHING from cotton on, AND i am crazy about platform sandals and heels.
work sucks. i used to love my job, but fucking hate it now. okay, maybe i’m being dramatic but it’s definitely boring as fuck.
i say this every few weeks, but i’m not going to spend another dollar on superfluous shit for a month. I MEAN IT THIS TIME. i’m going to hermit it up and if i feel the urge to go out, i’m going to take a nap! i’m going to be the most well-rested mofo out there for the remaining half of february and beginning of march.
and lastly, terry crews has his own show on bet. what channel is that? i need to fucking get on top of that. lost? i’m too many seasons behind to care. same with my beloved 24. the last season i watched was 3 years ago. i think it was the one with kal penn who was having the worst week on television (rapist and terrorist wannabe).
oh god, i have work in less than 6 hours and i’m still here blogging away. FUCK!
well, good thing i took that 6 hour nap earlier today.
this is probably my weirdest xmas. i was uber sick these past few days, just sudden exhaustion and i literally slept for 48 hours, no fucking joke.
it totes explains why i am up at 230 am blogging.
anyway, i received a couple of pretty neat gifts this year. my mom bought me a coach bag that i kind of had my eye on, sandy got me my first tiffany’s gift, and then jared bought me one too. two blue boxes in one year! whoa, momma.
now i’m playing bejeweled. my goal now is to hit gold for all of the levels. working on 125k now, and it’s easier than i figured it would be. so far need about 100 more games to get there. hahaha. i’m so lame.
i’m decked out in sterling silver. :D
with old age supposedly comes grace and wisdom. not in my god damn case.
so on saturday, i went to the company holiday party. it was an 80s prom theme and i had a ton of fun surprisingly. i met a ton of people (even a dude that i have a work crush on…and his wife). it appears that kuma #2’s rep precedes me. what a little mofo.
anyway, as the party was ending, our very drunk coo comes over to invite me and some coworkers to the “after-party” at the gas lite. even when i told him i had to work at 7am the next morning, he made me bump on it that i would be there. so after much persuasion by the others, i went. i wasn’t drunk or anything unlike some of my coworkers (my buzz wore off like an hour before) so i was not excited about going. when we got to gas lite, i was exhausted and kept yawning like every 10 minutes. finally after 40 minutes of listening to crazy white people karoake, we left.
i managed to pass through the entire night without injury or drunken foolery, but as i was getting into the taxi SOBER as fuck! to go home, i hit my head against the door frame with such intensity that i fell backwards and hit my head again on the fucking sidewalk.
i threw up twice, napped in the office until the pain was too unbearable, and then called my sister in the middle of the night to come get me. it’s monday and my car is still at the parking lot at work.
my head is in such immense pain but not as bad as it was last time. i am not nauseous at all, but i feel like i want to drill a hole in my head to relieve the pressure. my whole scalp feels sooo tender. i can’t even blame my concussion on being a drunken mess. i hit my head because i was fucking clumsy. fuck i am so lame.
