How much whining can one blog take?
My shoulder is KILLING me right now. I think I pulled a muscle in my neck yesterday when I spent FOUR HOURS outside trying to tame the jungle known as my yard (and yes, it looks damn good now). I can feel a migraine starting to creep its ugly head in my direction. And to top it off, I have to go to a fucking Cub Scout leader's meeting in a couple of hours.
Today, I've pretty much done nothing. I skipped church because I felt like crap. I cleaned the kitchen. I read the rest of the book I started yesterday.
I had to create a poster for the scouts and needed to print some pictures. Due to my financial difficulties (fucking telecom bubble), I've been putting off buying color ink for my printer. $50 for ink? Fuck you, Canon. I'll stick with black and white for now. Anyway, I burned the pics that I wanted to CD and took it to Wal-Mart to use the Kodak kiosk thingee to print out the pics I wanted. I got stuck behind some fucking slow ass Indian chick (Indian as in Bollywood, not John Wayne) who spent TWENTY minutes printing out 5X7s of her in a belly shirt and ripped up jeans and some oiled up Indian dude just wearing a pair of jeans. Bitch, not only are you slow, you are TACKY as well.
I also have a new addiction: GeniSoy Soy Crisps. The man known only as Sir Cumference had been telling me about them a few weeks ago. On Friday, I received a package in the mail chock full of them and some other goodies that he had mailed me. Thanks for the hook-up, beeyotch.
I need to go run, but it's too damn hot. It's 101 with the heat index. That's shoe melting weather. I think I'll go lay down instead.
By the way, when checking the weather for the above paragraph, I got some obnoxious popup on the local ABC affiliate's website hawking some gastric bypass site. Come on, people. Granted, I've only been doing this shit for a little over three months, but if you are SO FUCKING LAZY that you can't loose weight without resorting to someone surgically altering your body, what makes you think that you won't eat through your band? You want to know the secret to weight loss? Put down the fork step away from the table, you stupid, lazy pig.