You Should Be Getting Me a Drink Now

I’m a happy person. In all the important ways.

But I’ve seen it, the pain and the shit. I’ve had close family members die tragically. I’ve lost my job. I’ve suffered from mental illness. I’ve been fat. I’ve been thin. I’ve been part of the in-crowd. I’ve been a socially awkward outcast.

And sometimes, when I see people complain about not being “elite” and whining and complaining and such-and-such, it makes me stabby.

Get your crap together and grow a pair.

You make your own life.

(Unfollow at will.)

This weekend, Jason and I will be in Montreal. He’ll be playing silly Ultimate Frisbee, and I’ll be wandering the city and practicing my French. Super excited!

You know who else will be in Montreal this weekend? William and Kate.

I’m going to eat a giant helping of poutine, drink a bottle of wine, and stalk them.

Bonne chance!

Realized I haven’t posted a lot to Tumblr lately.

I’m good. All is well.

I guess I’m too busy working. And just living my life.

Stupid reality. Always getting in the way of posting silly stuff to the Internet.

What’s up with that?

My iPad was dead. DEAD! It wouldn’t charge, the screen was black, it was a goner. I even brought it in to the Apple Store for them to look at. They did, but they could not get it to work. I shed a tear and was ready to move on.

For some reason, I woke up at four in the morning last night. And for some reason, I decided to try to charge my iPad. And low and behold, it worked! It was dead for three days and it rose from the grave.

I now believe my iPad is Jesus. Prove to me that it’s not.

Things are crazy busy at work this week. I’m working lots of overtime and holding my own (which is a relief!). Today was insane and I was feeling a wee bit blah and tired.

And then I look out the window and I see Donnie Wahlberg and Jordan Knight dancing and twirling.

And then I remember how awesome my workplace is, grab a cup of coffee, and realize Donnie’s still got it going on.

Hubba-hubba.

So, I’m strutting down the street wearing my new aviator sunglasses. I’m wiggling my ass, feeling hot as shit, when I run in to my landlady on the street. We exchange pleasantries and then she says, “What’s that on your glasses?” I take off my glasses and that’s when I notice there is a UV sticker on each of my lenses.

I’ve been wearing these glasses since Monday.

Karma’s a bitch.