My Electronic Post-It

After this weekend’s Floatarama, I have realized the mass quantity of crap that I must complete before heading off for the Memorial Day Weekend (a.k.a. The Weekend with All the Parents and the Nephews and the Nieces and the Dogs and the New Home Construction and, of course, the Beer). I am a person who is constantly thinking of all of the things I have to do, to a point where in college I kept a post-it book in my car so I could take these grand thoughts and stick them to anything that may catch my attention later when I’ve completely forgotten about them. Flash to the future, where I keep these lists on my blog so the world can see my procrastination in action.

-Clean all the trash, dog hair, beer bottles, pink bridesmaid dresses, etc. out of my car.
-Unpack from Floatarama Version 2.0, including drying all of the wet clothes that were stuffed into a trash bag and emptying the cooler that contains all the dog food, the dry bag that didn’t stay very dry and the remaining cans of Dr. Thunder.
-Do some laundry so I can actually wear underwear on a daily basis and so my towels don’t smell like my grandmother’s basement.
-Wash the lake smell off the dog, and remove her Bud Lite beads that she got for flashing her eight nipples at a fellow floating dog this weekend.
-Plow my way through the massive pile of work related publications I was supposed to read over the weekend, but conveniently “forgot” to take with me.
-Design a new masthead for this site. Any ideas?
-Buy my mother a birthday present, since I pretty much forgot her birthday and now we’re going to see her this weekend. I think she’s under the impression I was just waiting so I could see her face when she opens it. I will let her believe this because I am an evil child.

Can you see my eyes bugging out of my head?!

Why I don’t try

Fortune cookie from yesterday:

“You will be advanced socially, without any special effort.

Thank God. Now I can quit all these events and organizations and just sit on my ass in front of the TV drinking entire bottles of vodka…wait…that’s already me. It’s like I already knew what my fortune would be. Meet Megan: Self-Proclaimed Psychic and All-Around Social Butterfly.

It’s natural, I tell you!

One small complaint about current place of employment.

Small office = bathroom right next to cubicles.

I’m a scared pooper. Or maybe a paranoid pooper. I don’t like people to hear me poop (or pee, actually, but I can get past that). I used to be able to hold it until I got home to my pooping haven. Now, since I work 23.75 hour days (slight exaggeration, but it sure does FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT) I have to do the deed at work. I’m sure they’re not listening, or if they do hear then they are doing everything possible to avoid listening, but it still grosses me out. Just let me poop in peace!

Saki belly

This weekend may have been the laziest weekend of all people born on this planet, ever. Floatapalooza ’05 was cancelled because of last minute cancelling by rat bastards + Mikayla being so sick she actually didn’t feel bad about calling in sick for work. So, since no one knew we were in town, Trent and I took advantage by spending most of the weekend on the couch, bed and living room floor. Yet, I am still exhausted. This is the first sign of being an old fart.

Tonight, we headed out for a celebration of two wonderful years of Heath and Mikayla. The plan was to go out to a Japanese Steakhouse, do some saki bombs and eat like hogs. Point 1: Done. Point 2: Not done. Point 3: Most definitely done.

I am now about to give birth to a teriyaki chicken baby. I will name it Georgia. And she will be the queen of all teriyaki chicken babies. Forgive me, I am stuffed and delusional.

I couldn’t wait to write this one

I know I’ve written a couple of times today, but this one could not wait till tomorrow. Some random guy I went to elementary and middle school with is going to be on the next Survivor! I used to have a mini-crush on him, and I really wish I had my photo album from 3rd grade to put his mug right here for the world to see.

Click here to learn all about Brandon. If he’s a huge dork, I hold no responsibility. I’m just trying to live through the more interesting people I’ve met in my life.

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