Oh, here's a fun fact... you made out with your sister, man!

This morning did not start out so well. Not at all. I got to work early b/c the only parking spot I could find was in a no parking 9-11 street cleaning zone which means obviously I had to leave by 9 which is about 20 mins earlier than I normally leave. Doesn't sound like a lot, but it pretty much eliminated any snoozing. And I love to snooze...I once hit the snooze button every 10 minutes for 2 hours, true story. Skipping ahead...so I'm at work and my boss comes in and I get this phone call from some random woman who is of absolutely no importance whatsoever and my boss starts asking me a million questions about who she is and why she called and blah blah blah and I finally just snap at her which doesn't go over so well so she starts yelling at me and I get pissed off and march to the kitchen and chunk my Frappucino bottle into the trash can in a huff and another coworker sees me and gives me an uncomfortable look, like the look you give a crazy person, and I go back to my desk and email Ashley "---- is such a goddamned b*tch" and then after her response of "Why?" I tell her the story and even though I can't see her she might be giving me the same look the coworker from the kitchen gaveme. But now everything is okay b/c we've gotten over it and we're talking again after she made a joke to me to break the tension. Not like a setup/delivery type of joke, she didn't begin with "Have you heard the one about..." but a comment on another coworker kind of joke, b/c those are the funniest, the ones where you make fun of someone else, they bring people together. But I gave her the silent treatement for at least 10 minutes so now she's knows what's up...don't f*ck with me or I'll ignore you. But you won't really know it b/c I'm in another room so you can't actually see me ignoring you. The end.

I feel like crap today, my reasons being 3 fold:
1. I ate so much crap yesterday and just feel fat and gross. I was hungover and just threw caution to the wind....meaning, I ate an entire pizza (in my defense, it wasn't that big but I did follow it up with a bag of chips).
2. I missed an appointment this morning but I can't remember what it was for. I just know I had something on the morning of the 11th. So now I can't even reschedule.
3. I'm tired.

I watched Eurotrip on Friday and it was really f*cking hilarious. Except for the last quarter, didn't really care for it, had this whole Pope is dead storyline that probably wouldn't have been funny even if the Pope hadn't just died. But it did have my new crush in it, Scott Mechlowicz. Yummy.

I'm feeling regretful today. I get this way anytime I have a ridiculously drunken night. Am I sensing a pattern here? That's two weekends in a row, and I always feel like sh*t, not just b/c I spend one of my weekend days hungover and laying around on the couch but b/c I just feel this guilt and I can't really explain it. It's like moving backwards, that's what it feels like. Shouldn't I be over that phase of my life? Ugh...I'm going to stop thinking about this. On a positive note, I did wake up early on Saturday to go hiking. And then I got my haircut and didn't mind even though it took two hours and then I had a mini facial and it was the best thing ever and then I went shopping...so it was a great day.

I went to the free improv class on Sunday and now more than anything I wish I could afford to take classes. I had so much fun and even though I pretty much sucked, I didn't care. I have to tell you, at one point I said the most inappropriate thing and the entire class went "Ohhhhh" you know the sound, right? So this other girl sets up the scene with us being at Micheal Jackson's house and we say a few stupid things to each other then she says "Why are you here?" and I reply "I have cancer and Micheal invited me to his Neverland Ranch." So bad, so bad...I deserved that "Ohhhhh". I just walked off the stage after that.

I watched Grey's Anatomy last night, thanks to it's convenient post-Desperate Housewives time slot and while I like the characters, there's just something that's off about it that I can't quite put my finger on. James said it's lazy writing and I have to agree. At one point in the show after they'd taken this guy's organs out for donation this one girl says "I'm going to sew him up, for his family." Really...you mean you're not just going to leave him lying there w/ his guts hanging out? Thanks for stating the obvious...but it's not b/c you're such a caring doctor, b/c you were so affected by this case , it's b/c you don't leave bodies lying around with their stomachs wide open. Seriously.
R.