Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Horny Geese on Hump Day

I hate you. Yes, you. The bird that sounds like it's getting ready to mate outside my window.. oh wait.. there are THREE of you. Fine, have some strange bird threesome and get outta my window space. Ugh.
In other news, why does this shit happen to me? What shit? I'll tell you. I am not the best at getting my mail.. I just leave it there for a couple days then pick it up. It's mostly ads anyway. Well, I think my mailman hates me. I have come home to my cox bill in the bush and am missing more mail than I could imagine lately. Case in point, my w2 from the law firm. I emailed them today and they said it was returned. Um. What? Well.. I think my mailman is playing a cruel joke on me b/c I dont pick up my precious ads more than a few times per week. That's a crime damnit. DELIVER MY MAIL. NOW.

Also, working out has become slightly addictive. Like I cant wait to go tonight. What is wrong with me? No little thing, that's for sure...

5 comments:

Lauryl Lane said...

hmm... i don't pick up my mail either. hardly ever. but i did get a large-ish post office box and diverted everything there so i don't have to feel so guilty about picking it up so infrequently. or you could just sue your mailman. ;)

Anonymous said...

get your g.d. mail everyday! what do you think i get paid for????

- your lovely mail man

melissa said...

i am jealous of your desire to work out. would you mind sharing?

Sarah said...

one of those birds came after me once. not kidding.

thank God it is hump day. and urban dictionary word of the day cracking me up.

Sarah said...

ps. i too am jealous of the desire to work out. bitch.