My apologies for such a long absence! I hated it but I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to write.

 I’mslammed at work and I’ve been trying to get ready for our move and trying to see friends and just be keep my head about me. When I did have a free second I had nothing to say after my over-articulated day and just crashed. But I’m trying to think where to begin… 

A recap is in order I guess- 

Boyfriend and I are closing on the house next Friday. It was supposed to be today but it got pushed back so we could have a better interest rate. Worth it but still a pain in the ass. Now we have people visiting this weekend and have to clean our crap-hole apartment that is SO dirty, I’m actually disgusted to have people sleeping in it. Boyfriend and friends will be running a 5K that I’d love to join in on, but I haven’t been training and don’t really feel like embarrassing myself when I finally cross the finish line and every person in my group finished in less than half of my time. So I’m deciding if I want to try or just bring Peeing Dog and hang out at the finish line for the whopping 15 minutes it will take that entire group to finish. Frankly I don’t think I want to do either. I feel like a failure not trying, but it’s possible that I’ll feel even more like a failure when it takes me 35+ minutes to run 3 miles or potentially not even finish.

I spent one crazy weekend in DC for SIster’s bachelorette party. (Shout out to the hilarious bitches over at CEB!) I always wonder who actually reads my blog and then I walk into Sister’s office to have at least half of the office walk up and say, “Hi I’m (insert name). I read your blog.” I didn’t know whether to be excited or a little scared. When I asked Sister why all of these people know about me- she says, “Because I stand up and say, ‘hey everyone, you’ve got to read the stupid shit my sister just wrote.’” Nice. But hey- a reader is a reader and I’m making a greater effort to not care what people think or be really hurt when you write your very personal thoughts to have someone call them “stupid shit.” Anyway… I met some pretty awesome people down there in DC. Had a drink or two, danced the night away, played some dirty games, drunk texted a coworker, posted tweets from my phone while sitting in the bar, and assaulted the busboy that grabbed my ass on the way out of a diner by kicking him square in the spine while slinging every insulting curse word I could muster. (I felt slightly proud and ashamed of my actions at the same time…)  

Work is crazy. I’ve been working through lunch a lot and drinking a lot of caffeine. I’m trying to be more positive and volunteer for extra projects. Therefore it’s been some late nights recently and Peeing Dog has made it blatantly aware that she’s not happy with me. I was laying on the couch last night and Boyfriend notices some dribbles on a pillow. I tell him they must be water dribbles from Peeing Dog getting a drink. Then I look down and notice The Puddle. The bitched peed ON me!!! Since I was wearing a dress I had failed to notice. Boyfriend stood there baffled- not quite sure if he should laugh hysterically or be completely disgusted at my obliviousness and urine soaked dress. Yeah… pretty gross. 

Speaking of gross… Sarah Palin. Ugh. But that will have to be saved for another post. I’m trying to formulate a post that doesn’t include every same insulting curse word I slew at the busboy.  

What’s going on with you guys? CEB girls (and that curly haired guy) leave me some comments!! I want to hear about work lives, love lives, and anything else you want to say.