Why Dontcha Do Suh'in?

Severe thunderstorm watch in effect. Oooh, looks ominous. Granted, it hasn't progressed to 'warning' yet, so I'll let this gross inaccuracy slide. I do hope it storms tonight, though. Best sleeps.

So, I will acknowledge the fact that I had previously promised to never allow real life to distract me from blogging duties for more than five days at a time but unless you want to continuously read posts such as, "Stubbed my toe today. Upsetting." then it's for the best that I hold out until I have at least a paaaaragraph's worth of useless shit to share with you. My useless life (oh, time for my meds), however, has allowed me ample (who else pictures a bosom when they hear that word?) time to write about the lives of others in my cousin Lisa's celeb gossip blog, Starcastic Beeotch. I've got a few posts under my belt over there so go, have a gander, follow it, read it, laugh, cry, rejoice. We'll refer to it as the cream filling between the chocolate cookie crusts that are my own personal posts. Delicious. Also delicious is my post about Christina Aguilera's new vid for Not Myself Tonight, which you will find there. Can't very well profess my love for her and post the song without following up with video news, now can I? Consistency, chaps. I'm made of it. Sticking to the blonde poptart (is there any other kind?) theme, I would like to share with you my discovery of 'Radio Britney.' You find this rare gemstone under Radio --> Top 40/Pop in your iTunes and then you proceed to listen to every Britney song/remix/live performance ever made of all time, forever, in history. Run, children. Run to it.

It doesn't even feel like the weekend, as I had to bring work home with me. My current employment is quickly transforming me into the most bitter of Bettys. And I do not look like a Betty, so it's lose/lose to have to be a bitter one. This transcript is due Wednesday and the only way to have it done in time is work on it over the weekend. Do I get paid an increased wage? Nope. Did my wage go up when minimum wage went up? Nope. Did I just run the entire office by myself for a week and not burn it to the ground? Sure did. (And if it had burned to the ground, it would have been nooo accident, I tell you what.) I'm praying to the baby Jesus of Winebagos that this cross-country dysfunctional family road trip of 2010 is actually going to take place. An entire summer in this town is daunting, to say the least, and if I'm to make it to Toronto (eeeee! Just peed a little bit) in one piece, I will need an out. Even if that out comes in the form of being trapped within Beula's confinements for a month+ with my family. Talk about blogging material.

I wanted to get up early and go for a walk, possibly even jog (HAHAHAHA), this morning and instead rolled out of bed at noon and didn't leave the house all day. I wonder what tomorrow will bring? Hold yer breaths.