Quitter

AUGH. Am a quitter. Well... will be by the end of the day at any rate. Hate my new second job. My new second job requires that I show up at my first job @ 7:30 vs. 8 so that I can leave at 4:30 to sprint the mile across downtown so that I can then work 5-9. Five days a week.

I used to work 12 hour shifts all the time! Once I worked 7 days a week for a total of 60 hours for two and a half months straight! No time off, no leaving early, no extra breaks. I am suddenly painfully aware that I am no longer 18. What happened to the girl who used to carry 12 units while working 48 hours a week and getting by on 4 hours of sleep? Why do I suddenly think I am too good to work for someone that has half the education and experience that I do? Any sense of superiority is false. This is what I always tell myself. I hate it when my beliefs are tested.

Anyway am quitting. For the record I am calling previous patrons of the theater and inviting them to subscribe to this seasons programs. I get hung up on a lot. That's ok. I can take rejection. But then on my last shift I had a lady who told me that her husband had just left her and although she immensely enjoyed the theater she simply couldn't afford it this year. I offered her my condolences and said we hoped to see her back soon, in the meantime take care. When I got off the phone my manager said that I should have told her the theater is a great place to meet someone new.

WTF?!

I just laughed and asked him if he was serious. He said that he was and I kept laughing and told him that under no circumstances was I ever going to tell someone that.

I am not 18. I do not live with my mommy. For whatever misguided reasons I no longer feel that I have to listen to someone like this simply because they happen to possess the title, "manager". Yes I am disgusted by my lack of respect but I have to admit to myself that this might not be the job for me. It is testing my belief that I am a good person with a decent work ethic. Of course quitting also damages that theory... so I'm kinda stuck.

MAC Thou Art Mine Enemy

Why did I go to the MAC store today? Why did I spend 40 dollars on a DAMN brush? Why am I planning on using it tomorrow morning instead of returning it and buying one from target like I swore I would?

Because it's PINK DAMN IT! BECAUSE IT'S PINK! And it's MAC, and I wannit!

50 First Dates

You know how in that movie when Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore first meet they start dancing at their cars? I was cracking up when they caught each other and Adam says, "There was a bee". But also I was kind of sad... when was the last time that I met a guy and I wanted to dance? It seems like there's always some sort of catch. He's cute but stupid, nice but has a girlfriend(and really not all that nice since he is currently hitting on me), smart but an asshole, or becomes terribly clingy after the very first date. I don't like guys who come on very strongly after the first date. It makes me feel unspecial. I could be anyone and they would be jocking me that hard.

Anyway, I met a guy. I want to dance and shout from the rafters. There are no red flags! None! I want to gush and babble because it has been years since I have done this or felt this. But of course this means that it won't work out. I will either fuck it up or he will just lose interest.

Yesterday I am on the phone with my friend Jon and I'm telling him about this guy. This by the way breaks a cardinal rule of mine: I only talk about guys after I've been seeing them for a month. He interrupts me to say, "Terra, you are looking for something wrong with this guy. But he actually sounds normal!" I agree, he is so far wonderfully unbelievably normal. I respond, "Well yeah, but you have to be realistic. Most people are not a good match with me." Jon agrees but he thinks I'm being a pessimist, not a realist. You say po-tay-to I say po-tah-to. Big diff.

Today though I am thinking about what he said and one of my favorite quotes, "Learn to practice the art of the open hand". I have to let go of my doubts to recieve anything new.

I danced by my car today.

Stupid Smart Officemate

Officemate has outsmarted me. And she knows it... the cunning witch. She has assigned me enormous tasks with impossible deadlines. On top of it she has given me a few tasks to do each day that MUST be done that day.

If I fail to complete these tasks Boss will jump all over me. We both know this. If I complete these tasks I have given her leeway to continue assigning INSANE tasks. I was here until eight o'clock last night. I think tonight will be a repeat performance. Why do I object? Because I am NOT allowed overtime. I'm going fucking crazy.

I approached Boss with the problem today, his suggestion, you need to explain to her (in the future not now) that these tasks do not have a reasonable deadline. My response, but she scares me. His reply, I know. But right now just do them. Perhaps in the future she will be more reasonable. Yeah fucking right.

Boss is scared of her too. She continually punks him in meetings. Once at a training seminar she called him a jackass. To his face. There were witnesses.

Boss and officemate turned red and took turns intermitantly pretending it didn't happen and/or that it was a joke. It happened, and it wasn't a joke. Boss, she hates your guts and everyone knows it.

Boss is a VP, Officemate is a part-timer. But everyone knows who really runs the show.

Perhaps I would get home before eight if I stopped blogging.

She Might Just Be Me

Except I can't see over my cubicle walls.

I'm like an animal... trapped and not fed for days. I'll maul the first person that comes within reach.

Having a Roommate is Wierd

The other day Tracie caught me walking around the house with my arms stretched out taking huge steps booming, “Augh…. I am a giant! Fear my wrath!”. I may have been walking slowly behind the cats.

When I looked up she was just standing there with her arms crossed shaking her head.

America Fuck Yeah!

Newly Single

The English are funnier than me.

The Canadians are funnier than me (refer to superfunny blogger and roomies share a blog).

When the fuck did the English get funny by the way?

It's totally pissing me off. I mean, Newly is funny and I quite enjoy reading his blog but still. I am now reduced to a gellatous mass of unfunniness. Fuckety fuck. What inexpensive piece of crap can I kick around my apartment until I am suitably inspired? Ah. The cats. They've been coughing up hairballs recently so they probably deserve it anyway.

Crap... Just remembered several English writers that I find hilarious. AUGH!

I am boycotting Canada. I am boycotting England. They are not allowed to attend any parties or social events that I may be invited to. Just as I refuse to stand next to super models, I now protest this. The line has to be drawn.

However... I will keep reading their blogs. Damn if they don't make me laugh.

Olivia Olivia, Where Art Thou?

.................
I've turned into a sunglass whore since you've been gone. Who knew that your absence would lead to the end of all my morals?

I stole these from Tracie... never to be returned ;P

Last Sunday I went on a date with X and made him buy me another new pair... I haven't answered his calls since.

I will beg borrow and steal if I ever find the pair I saw Gwen Stefani wearing in US magazine.

Please come back before my knees have unexplainable bruises.

I may need help.....



Update*** I now have bruises on my knees... but it's from falling down the stairs I swear.

Reasons Why My Phone's On Silent

If you call and I don't answer... chances are I don't like you.

Reasons Why My Friends Think I'm Wierd

HI! My name is Gizmo! I'm cute and Fluffy! Would you like to take me home?

Would I?! You sure are cute and fluffy!

OK! Just don't ever get water on me!

Of course not!!!!!!!! (fingers crossed)

*********A Little While Later Down Mulberry Lane***************

Hi! My name is Bush!

Ok.

I chose Dick for my VP because I thought it would be funny to put Dick and Bush together!

Brilliant decision making skills there.

Bush and Dick! Get it! Ha HA! Bush and DICK!

.........

Anyway, the best part is you stupid people actually voted me in. AGAIN! HA HA!!

God I need a drink.

Umm. Hey, you got any for me? Just a little sip, you know... for the road.

.........

Hey is that water or vodka? Because I'd really prefer some jack

That's it motherfuc$#%

Terra NO!!!

Hehehehe

The Energizer Bunny... seriously

Last night Nanny came over! She is soooooooooo active! I have no idea how Bonnie (mommy and one of my best friends) keeps up with her! She's friggin adorable.

Tommy and Baby

I had to take this picture! This is the closest that the cats EVER get to one another. Tommy (B&W kitty has a VERY big personal space issue). I was suprised he didn't kill Baby (tiny kitty who is currently sitting on my lap licking me... yuck) for being so close to him.

EntrepreneurWhat?

I want my own business.

I'm graduating this year and now I have a degree in Business Management from St. Mary's College. Impressive I know. Thank you. Anyway, stupid degree status pride aside, what do I want to do?

I've thought about marketing, I've thought about just being the boss and firing people after making them jump through hoops... that were on fire. Although this image does somewhat amuse me the entertainment value doesn't seem to be all that endurable.

What in the heck do I want to do? That's a very tough one to answer. I want to be a florist, a photographer, a writer, an interior decorator, a graphic artist, a website designer, a stay at home mom, a good wife, an executive assistant, an event coordinator. I want I want I want. I want the world and then some. I want to own my own business.

I always thought that I would buy a franchise after being married. Dual incomes and all that. Now I realize that once I'm married expenses will be going to the wedding, the new house/condo, the children. Life is just going to slip by me and I will never have the money. My mom wants me to buy a house. I don't want to be tied to a house. I want a Subway store.

Or a quizno's store, or a coffee shop. I want my own business, and it suddenly occured to me that the time to do it is now. I'm going to get that second job barbacking and I'm going to get out of debt pronto. I'm going to buy a small business in the meantime, maybe vending machines, maybe a chem dry. I'm going to be an assistant, a barback, and a small business owner for the next two years, and by golly I'm going to own a Subway, or something else. I don't know. A lot could change in two years. That thin guy could get fat again and blame it on Subway, resulting in multiple law suits of fat people blaming Subway. In that case I may be forced to buy a Curves location, or a Baskin Robbins. He he he. Wait... I might get fat then. Hmm. No... no ice cream stores.

Sometimes my mind races ahead five years and I'm like a kid waiting for Christmas in May.

Did You Know

They're having a San Jose Grand Prix event in late July?



They're racing on the streets of downtown San Jose and one section passes directly by my work building! Lot's of people are grumpy wondering about traffic problems... but I'm psyched!

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is me doing my happy dance, which thankfully you can't see.

=)

Officemate Update

Dear Officemate,

I thought our 1/1 today went exceptionally well. I especially liked how you ignored all my key points and then tried to make me look bad in front of our boss. What you don't know is that I had a private 1/1 with him where I made you look VERY bad.

Signed,
The Officemate Who Keeps Coughing On All Your Interoffice Mail

Senseless Frustration

I love this picture, it totally makes me smile. Everytime I see it I start thinking of that little snowman trying to escape his globe. It's funny.

I need a smile. I've been on hold for a stupid technical problem for 52 minutes now. I'm going to miss my deadline. On top of it they only have ONE hold song. ONE! And it has been continuously looping for the past 52 MINUTES! My boss is circling my desk like a vulture that smells blood and I am definately going to miss that deadline now.

We Were On A BREAK!

hmm. Ross's line from Friends if I recall correctly.

I was just watching tv and two of the characters decided to take a break in their relationship and said, "People always say that, but we really mean it. Let's just take a short break." The way they said it you knew that they were really breaking up though. Interesting. I always thought, "Let's take a break" really meant just that. A break. Not, break up. See when I say, let's take a break, that means I'm really pissed at you right now and am contemplating actions that may send me to the state penitentiary so get the f$%^ out of my face before I stab out your eyes with this plastic fork. However, I want to see you in two weeks when that feeling has subsided.

This may explain why in the past my exes have completely freaked out when I suggested taking a break. They have also hid all the sharp objects in the room, I didn't really need an explanation for that though.

See when I want to break up I just say, get out. In fact one time I pulled out my lease and said, "Interesting I just realized your name isn't on this." To which he said, "What does that mean?" and I replied, "that means get out". He started whining about something, I don't know what because I wasn't really paying attention, and finally I was like, "Hey. Are you through because I have a lot of stuff to do." Break. Pht. Who says let's take a break? That's just pure laziness. That's like you're just too lazy or incompetent to finish your sentence with 'up'. How much energy could that possibly take? It's one syllable people.

I'm Like A Bird... I'll Only Fly Away

Whatever happened to the Sparrow?



Whatever happened to the Merlin?



Whatever happened to Tom Corbin, his Hollister plant and his great dream to build affordable environmentally friendly cars?

I MISS Corbin Motors! I WANT a merlin! I want one SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO bad! I have wanted a Sparrow since I saw it at the 1999 San Francisco car show. I finally commute less than 20 miles to work, I finally have a garage to park the thing in. I don't have 16 grand, but heck I might be able to swing it.

Still, ever since they came out with the production sketches of the gas powered Merlin, that was what I wanted. It was the car of my dreams. At first they said it would be 16 grand. Then they upped it. Eventually I think that they had settled on 24 grand and production was scheduled to begin in 2004. I thought, well out of my price range but in a couple of years! Watch out cuz your mine. But it was never to be. Stupid Corbin Motors went BANKRUPT! Back in 2003 I logged on to their website for a little car fantasizing, and POOF, Tom had an announcement on their site that they were closing and the creditors were literally banging on thier doors. CRAP! Today I find a mention of this car on the web and boom, all my old longing is back.

I want a sparrow.

I want a merlin.

I want to find out where Tom lives and steal his production models.

Random 80's Flashback

I wish I had a gremlin. The first time someone pissed me off I would throw water all over it. No warning or anything.

With Friends Like This

Terra, I read the blog you sent me, and I have to tell you. You're not funny. And also you're kind of long winded. I think you should shorten your posts... to one word. Maximum.


?????????


Yeah. If you keep posting I don't know how much longer I can be your friend.


You are such a fuckin prick Jon! This is why no one likes you!


Harumph! Everyone likes me. You're just mad cuz you're not as funny as me. Or smart. Or successful, or... well anything. Face it. You're a loser. And if I had a blog it would kick the crap out of your blog!


Shutup before I break all the windows on your car.


Go ahead. I've been looking for a reason to shoot you.


Well. Maybe I'll just call up all your girl friends and ask them for their ring size instead.


I will throw poo at you so fast.


Don't forget to send me an invite!

For Cindy-Lou Who

I was cracking up, but really I was kinda freaked out too

PDA

So I surf on over to avatar land and read this article which brings up the question: what does the term PDA actually define?

Now for me when I hear a guy say that he doesn't like PDA's I automatically decide not to see him again (in a dating fashion at any rate). I love PDA's. But then again I define PDA's as holding hands, linking arms, and if I'm sick or tired then yes I definately reserve the right to give you a hug while leaning all over you. If we are in line somewhere expect this to last the entire time we are in line. Kissing I like too, as long as it is a quick peck on the lips, forehead or cheek. I am all about being affectionate and I know for a fact that I do not pair well with people who aren't.

Reading this article, and the one that she linked to brings up a whole new set of questions though. Is PDA tongueing and groping in public? That's disgusting and so friggin high school that I just want to throw up. I work at a bank downtown and in the elevator one day I had to ride three floors with a couple that were practically having sex. I have never felt so uncomfortable in my whole life. When a guy tells me he doesn't like PDA's does he really mean I don't want to have sex with you in public? When I say that I like PDA's am I really saying that I'm a tactless slut?

New Years Resolution

In the year 2005 I resolve to: Generate more bad karma. Get your resolution here

Wow... this was eerily accurate. Interesting.

FYI: I have recently heard the comment that you have to have a blogger profile to comment on my site. Not true, I do allow anonymous posts. Just make sure that you click the anonymous button and post away. :)

Single Serving Friends

*UPDATE* Chris wrote this hilarious rebuttal on his site. Check it out when you finish reading this.

Guys, all the bad things you've heard about women. Well, they're true. Just like all the crap we hear about you is true. Don't try to lie, I have enough male friends to have a healthy perspective of how low you will actually go. But, in regards to women, yes, we do occasionally use you for free dinners and drinks, we do tell our friends if you suck in bed, and when we meet you one of the first things we do is pair our first name with your last name. Call it hormones or genetics, whatever. It's just ingrained behavior. For all you women shaking your head disagreeing, well respectively *cough*bullshit*cough*. I'm just completely honest about it.

So here's the scoop. Last night all three Mo Fo's, meaning Tracie, Dolores and I (yes it's a horrible nickname I know... but I came up with it!) are actually off. Which hasn't happened in months! So we decide to go out, to party it up. We shop in eachother's closets and I steal/borrow a sweater from Tracie that says "sweet as sugar" on the front and "tough as nails" on the back. We turn up the music in our bathrooms and actually, gasp, put on eye makeup. I have been locked up all week and I intend to get my groove on. You know... what little groove I have. So we all get in the car and head to downtown Campbell where we hit Katie Blooms. My first thought is, what the hell? This place bights. There's no dance floor, the place is so fucking packed that at least three people accidentally grabbed my ass and I couldn't figure out who the hell they were, especially since the majority of people surrounding me were women. Not my scene. I start lobbying for a scenery change and finally we head over to... I think it was the Kartiff Lounge.

All I can say is Techno. Ugh. Wierd tall chicks dancing by themselves that looked totally spazzed out and the token wierdo dancing by himself with massive head flips. Go tealights, go black tables, you rock. I guess. We start scanning the room for good looking guys who might be persuaded to buy us drinks. This is usually an arrangement that everyone enjoys. Within a few seconds I'm surrounded by at least four guys. What do I do though? I target the friggin loser. Within seconds I realize the fool has probably already dranken all of his money tonight. This is not only a sign of no free drinks but more importantly an indicator of a free loading sorry no job having ho. No thank you. He asks for a hug. No. He then procedes to stick his hand up the back of my shirt. WTF? Hey asshole, back off. He gets pushed away, since he's none too steady he sways for a bit back and forth. He then procedes to mark me as his prospective territory. Translation: he blocks all men heading in my direction and I get the nickname Sug. That's ok. I'm designated driver, I was trying to get free drinks for the girls not me. So who cares. They'll now have to fend for themselves.

I've been locked in a cubicle all week. I don't want to dance to techno. I don't like this place. The men are... not prospects. I am climbing the walls. I go outside for a smoke. Drunk guy follows. He asks me where I'm from. I answer. He asks again. This time I say, San Diego. He asks again. WTF? Compton Motherfucka. Finally his face seems to register something. What? No way. Hell fuckin ya. Now step the fuck off or I'll be forced to shank you. Dolores, partner in crime, is laughing. Fuckin Terra says she's from Compton. I look at her. You got a motherfuckin problem with that? Sheet, everybody gotta be up in my business. I have no idea how a person from Compton acts all I have is the faint idea that I need to be one bad mo fo. I roll my shoulders, no problem. Drunk guy looks at me again, you watch too much tv. Fool, don't make me skool you. I am tempted to walk past him and hit him with my shoulder. Instead I look at Dolores and say, I tell you to be one with the wall, instead you get all chatty. Sorry she says and immediately turns her back to drunk guy. Drunk guy is invisible guy as far as I am concerned. So far he has tried to stick his hand up my shirt three times. Stupid khaki pant, loafer wearing cabbage patch dancing idiot. He tells me he can dance all night like a rockstar, I ask if he rides the short yellow bus. I don't feel bad because while he was attempting to molest me three cute guys have spotted me and then spotted him so moved on. In the morning he won't remember this so I WILL have my revenge.

Idea Stolen From Michelle

Dear Two Faced Officemate,

Newsflash, when your door is closed my ability to still hear you correlates directly with how loudly your voice is raised. Translation: When you were yelling about me today I could hear every damn word you said. In regards to your complaints, I am sorry that I didn't reprioritize my day yesterday to do a fifteen minute task for you that you could've done yourself. Perhaps if you had informed me that you felt this particular task required that much attention I could've put it in front of the ten tasks that were ahead of it, or perhaps I could've just worked twelve hours yesterday until I had everything done. My apologies for having a life. In the future I will skip school to complete your stupid menial assignments. How this required a two hour convo with our colleague in southern california, I'm not quite sure. What I am sure of is that perhaps you should stop playing christian music in your office and replace it with whatever back stabbing officemates listen to.

As to your assumption that I lied about my two family emergencies last week? Well, I wish I had. I wish I had been out playing at the beach or sleeping, instead I spent the majority of my time answering calls where the dialer was crying and gulping down tagamet in droves when I wasn't on the phone with kaiser making sure my appendix hadn't burst. Translation: mind your own business. In the future I will do my utmost to become psychic considering that you seem to have an aversion to giving me feedback directly and instead prefer to deliver it to me third party where I can overhear you through your office walls. I especially appreciate this method since I am sure that the two VP's on either side of you (one of which is my boss) can hear every word. With my new psychic abilities I will be able to anticipate your every mood swing and perhaps save you the time and expense of hours spent on the phone long distance, all on the company dime thank you very much. Again my sincerest apologies.

Signed,

The Officemate holding the very sharp scissors

What's in Your Wallet?

Hmm. So I hear a rumor that you can post to your blog via email. Well, let's give it a shot.

I came up with this question while watching the Breakfast Club. Do you remember the scene where the kids go through their pockets and purses and figure out who everyone is through what they have? I wonder what my purse says about me? The contents of my purse are:

Tagamet
Rubicks Cube
Small digital camera (size of credit card case)
Hand held black jack game
Cell phone (which doubles as a camera, a flashlight and an fm radio. It's like the swiss army phone it's so cool!)
Spare memory card for my digital camera (16 mb so strictly for emergencies)
Various pieces of makeup (mascara, eye liner, concealer, two lipsticks, one chapstick)
Keys
Bill fold containing credit cards, insurance cards, ID and less than 20 bucks LOL
Lighter
Day planner
Pen
Parking validation tickets

Ha Ha, no reciepts. I cleaned my purse out last night =)

But on an interesting note my purse is a shoulder bag, meaning very small.
I used to carry bigger purses, but I tend to stuff them with at least one
book and one notebook. Eventually my purses get so full of books that they
weigh about ten pounds, so they are now deliberately too small to house
books or notepads.

So... what's in your wallet?

Life Goes Blah?

Nothing funny has happened to me lately. It is really really wierd. In fact this past week has been definately unfunny, which is evidenced by some of my recent posts. Positively odd I tell ya.

Well. Since life and the cosmic maker seem to be on some sort of hiatus (did I spell that right?)I do believe I will recycle some previously untold yet genuinely funny stories. Today's special: Buttercup the psycho cat from hell.

She hides around corners then jumps onto your arm as you meander past.

She jumps from dark previously thought empty hallways to wrap herself around your head in a fit of black furred fury.

She climbs up underneath your dress and then scratches the hell out of your thighs. Why? Because you passed her food bowl without feeding her.

She chases dogs down the street for thinking they can walk through her yard.

She carries lizards into the house before you can stop her.

She gets you in trouble with your mom when you lock her in the closet.

No matter how many times you throw her in traffic she always comes back alive, while you get chased down by angry motorists.

You can actually hear her walking down the hallway, and your heartbeat increases in direct proportion to your fear.

You call animal control but your dad makes you call back and retract your statement while she gnaws on your ankle.

I hate that cat.

25 going on 10

Last Thursday I decided to take a walk down to downtown San Jose on my lunch break. I checked out Christmas in the Park and took some pictures of the church and people ice skating, ogled some cute business men, stared at some employees of the carnival and thought how in general I am just disappointed with the carnies these days. Where the hell is the alligator man and the fat lady in a pink tutu? Dammit I want to see a 400 pound woman with a beard smoking a cigarette! Instead there was only this guy who looked like my ex boyfriend. Well, I guess you could say that had the potential to be grotesque, but c'mon, he can't look like everyone's ex. So that's a very small demographic right there.


So while wandering around I noticed the multitude of kids. One asked me for a cigarette and I asked to see his id. When did I get this righteous? This old? Here's the thing, I really meant it when I asked him how old he was. Damn kid has no business smoking. Walking in front of me at one point was a group of young boys, admittedly cute, and I see them do double takes as girls walk past. It was so cute, and I thought, "I remember that."


I've changed a lot these last two years. Which I think has everything to do with me being single for most of it. To put it mildly, I am way more opinionated, independent and vocal. Which may be a harbinger of many more single years to come =)

Still, this season has brought about finals, Christmas shopping, moving and for all my grown up independent ways I have to admit that I am fairly tired and mildly stressed. I went home for New Years, and unexpectedly I am still here. In fact I am enjoying it so much that I have no real plans to leave anytime soon. I know I have to, but for now I am content to think that that day will never come.

I played video games with my sister Friday night. The new video games are SO hard! OMG! That kind of made me feel old. We went to bed at 3 am and I didn't wake up until 3:30 in the afternoon. I never sleep that much. Wandering into the hallway I told my mom that now I understand why when women leave their husbands they go home. I don't have a husband to leave, but still. I put a glass down and when I come back it has magically migrated to the kitchen sink! Later someone else washes it! People ask me if I'd like dinner and not only do I not have to cook it I don't have to drive to get it either! When I get up somehow the bed gets made while I am watching TV. I'm not sure but this may be heaven.

I watched my Nana for a while this afternoon while my mom and aunt ran errands. Then afterwards me and my sis went to Target where we got her a memory card for her gamecube. On the way home we rolled the windows down and laughed hysterically out the window like mad scientists whenever we noticed fellow motorists with rolled down windows. I love kids. You can do crazy outrageous things and they just laugh hysterically. Grown ups are dumb. When you do foreign accents and celebrity imitations they just pull out business cards with their therapists information on it. They don't say it but I know they think I'm nuts. I think they're nuts. What in the hell do they have bottled up inside them if they have to take life so damn serious all the time?

Right now my family's playing poker, drinking tequila and I'm getting ready to play game cube. If I wanted I could probably get someone to do my laundry, but that feels like pushing the envelope too far. I got sick again today and my mom made me soup and got me some aspirin with a glass of water to wash it down. I want to move in.