@barelydiz - Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Okay.
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As I mentioned in the title, I have this problem. It's terrible. Miss Laci knows all about it. She's been witness to my shame. And she still supports and loves me just the same, despite my problem. That's because she loves me. I need to find a 12 step program. A recovery group. Something. The situation I am in has gotten completely out of hand. It's time I bring it to you Internetz. I need help. I need to.....
......put the EYE SHADOW DOWN! I DO NOT NEED ANY MORE EYE SHADOW.
But how do I resist? How do I go into the store and resist the call of the candy shaded eye color palettes over on aisle 12? And that's just the grocery store, Wal Mart or the drug store. God help me if I ever step foot into a Sephora or ULTA store. I consciously avoid those places online. So, how do I resist all the pretty colors at the store? I don't. Which is why, at last count, as of this week, I currently own 26 palettes of eye shadow. **hangs head in shame**
Want to know the best/worst/funniest/dumbest part? I rarely wear eye shadow. And when I do? I wear one of the same 3 shades I ALWAYS wear.
I need help.
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There is going to be a lot of cursing in this entry. A lot of it.
No, really. A lot.
And, no. I am not putting it after the jump. q:
Today has been unbelievably long. I didn't leave work until after 7 pm. I had so much to do to prepare for going to New York that I just couldn't leave any sooner.
And, really, it was just downhill from there.
I have a couple of announcements.
First: Attention drivers in the left lane. If you are not going at least the speed limit, get the FUCK out of the way. Seriously. Get your fucking ass into the RIGHT lane. All you are doing is making people stuck behind you scream obscenities at you and want to cut you. Speed the fuck up or get the fuck into the right lane. Asshole.
Second: Attention drivers. If you pull into the left turn lane and realize after the light for going straight has turned red - and filled up with people - that you do not want to turn left, unless you are ALONE in the left turn lane, turn left anyway, make a U-Turn, then turn left again. Deciding you NEED to go straight after the entire light has gone red - and there are people are behind you - only makes the person behind you honk and scream obscenities because you have now caused that person (or those people) to have to wait another cycle of the light because you truly feel the world revolves around you. News Flash. It doesn't. TURN FUCKING LEFT! Fucking bastard.
Announcements over.
After all that - I get to the post office and - it's closed. (My post office is actually open pretty late. 7:30 pm.) Goddammit. Fucking chite. I'm not going to be NEAR my damn post office - when it's open - until TUESDAY. Are they going to send my package back?! I'm going to have to call them. Fucking chite.
And - now I'm home.
I get to pack, clean up the cat's litter box, take out the trash, pay some bills, then go to bed.
Get up at 5 am.
Go to work. Finish planning for Thursday night and Friday. Actually do work Thursday.
Leave to drive to New York.
I quit.
Seriously.
What do I quit?
Life. Ugh.
