Yesterday I spent the whole day at Barnes and Noble. I got through two books, sat facing three other strangers in a circle of cushy chairs, and felt completely at peace.
Then, game night.
Game nights here are getting me through. Seriously.
The more we have, the happier I become.
Stupid card and dice games, office trivia, gamble cranium(?).
I love it.
Like I said, anything to redirect my attention from my own sad little pathetic life (that's me milking) is highly welcomed and enjoyed.
Not to mention that every time I look up and see the framed paper that shows the amazing farkle score (farkle- yes. it's the name of a game, not a bodily function) and caption: alex is a douche winner (weiner), I get giggly and happy like a ten year old child.
So today I guess I have to start implementing my new vow of being a more responsible person. Starting with temporary tags. What the fuck. Why do my car issues have to follow me everywhere. I swear. I would be so much better off without that piece of shit that never seems to just be. My car is like a child.
Insure me!
Register me!
Have a licence to drive me!
fuck.
why am I the only person in history who can't seem to grasp the concept that these three things are a pretty important part of owning a car.
Anyway,
here I go. Wish me luck.
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