Blogging is fun…and a new addiction!

Yay addiction! One of my favorite things!

I’m also addicted to L&O (that’s the acronym for Law & Order). I’m addicted to all the spin-offs too. L&O:SVU premiers September 23rd!

I used to be addicted to buying new clothes, but I had to wean myself off that one once I went broke. Too bad.

Speaking of buying new clothes, have you ever owned the same dress in every color in a 48-count box of Crayola’s? Neither have I. That’s just weird.

Puh-lease...

Wow. Amazing. It’s absurd how narcissistic some people are. Look, everything is not always about you. Seriously.

On a similar note, we were attacked today by someone who thinks this blog is all about her! Hilarious! I mean, we were berated. Verbally assaulted. It was confusing and completely unnecessary. Also extremely stressful and draining and that’s something neither of us need nor want in our life. Ugh.

Acronyms and initialisms (thanks, JT) are the sh*t

Do you ever come up with nicknames for people you know or places you go to…or basically anything? Or do you just get too lazy sometimes to speak or type someone’s full name, so you refer to them by the first letters of their first and last name? Maybe you have a weak stomach and hearing or seeing a certain someone’s full name makes you want to vom, so you HAVE to use an acronym (or initialism) just to keep down your lunch. We do! All the time!

If we know you in any way, you have an acronym (or initialism). You might not know it (except you do now since you’re reading this blog), but you have one and we use it every time you come up in conversation.

Some of our favs: BB, SS, EJ, BCBAH (you don’t want to know – or maybe you do…), IMIWA (duh). We also know someone who has a cool initialism for a restaurant he frequents. LZR. Sweet. Good job.

Anyway, acronyms are the sh*t. We love them. Fun times.

Having a job is cool...you should try it!

This morning Thelma and I went to work – I mean like actual jobs. The kind real adults have. Do you know what I’m talking about? We were both a little late, but at least we went in.

We went to Joe’s (the neighborhood bar you read about earlier) last night and had a freaking blast, per usual. So we totally could have slept in and decided “Hey, we’re feeling a little hung over this morning so we’re not going to work today. Nah, we’re not going to bother calling in with at least SOME sort of excuse. We’re just not going to show up.”

But did we do that? Absolutely not. We got up, got ready for work (which took all of ten minutes…oops!), I ate a bite of the tacos I ordered at Joe’s last night because I was STARVING, jumped in our cars and drove off to our jobs. I’m talking real jobs. These aren’t made up. No, seriously – actual jobs. The kind where you earn a living so you can take care of yourself. It’s cool…you should try it!

You're a turd...like the one you left in my toilet

you're smelly and ugly and fat and full of sh*t...

you suck the life out of everything you're around...no one likes you. poo on you.

today i almost punched my computer when you contacted me...stupid turd....i hate you. i love blogging. i've been blogging since i was twelve- note the date of my last blog...then i wanted to throw my phone across the effing room...but alas, I would have to pay for it! you make me sick...will you please leave the country stat?

we're heading down to the neighborhood bar (aka joe's - you'll be hearing a lot about it). it's totally imiwa!

stay tuned for more blogs from thelma & louise....