You can tell where a headache is when it affects your vision. Like now as I write this, I have blurry vision in my left eye. I know that is where my headache is. I'd have to say that so far this week, it's been like a headache in my left eye.
For one, the amount of training at work is starting to get on my nerves. I just want to go to work and work with people who know what they're doing. You know why? Everything runs as smoothly as it can. There is still training this week and next week and it will probably take one more week after that before everything gets better. About the time that the training ends is about the time I move in. The days are long and the waiting feels longer. 18 more days. Ugh.
Someone I work with in the pool hall suggested that to get back at the Dots girls, I should go into their store and use their entrance to the hallway in the back so I can spend the least amount of time walking outside, even though walking outside is shorter. Considerably shorter. Apparently, we need to accommodate these whims since they were allowed in the beginning. I think I'm losing this one. I was going to do the suggestion, when I thought back to the smiley/frowny incident and I immediately wished I hadn't done it, so I'm thinking this will be the same thing. I will totally regret it right as I'm doing it and I don't like regretting things. Although about a month ago I found a frowny face from way back from the 1st of August and it made me laugh.
My soon to be future lover, who is yet to know this has not been present all this week and it makes me sad. And I want to ask where he is, but I don't want anyone to let on, which is entirely childish, but nonetheless I still won't ask, even though I really want to. So if perchance you somehow know my last name and read my blog, you should ask me out, because I would love to go on a date with you. How about this weekend? It's Valentine's Day. What about our anniversary being on that day? It's cliche, but at the moment, I think it's darling. I'm getting way ahead of myself here. I'm in that kind of mood.
Sadly, I'm still behind in Grey's, Private Practice and soon to be Vampire Diaries. There is just so much to do and movies I want to watch that are more important than TV. I can always catch up on TV because it's online. I look forward to the long weekend. A. I get to sleep in 3 days. B. I get paid to be at home and C. I can catch up on TV and maybe get another work-out day in. If only we had more long weekends.
Why I titled my blog as is, is because it's a lyric to a song I was listening to today. I was hoping "fat zones" meant lady humps and not lumpy lumps. Speaking of lyrics, I heard another great line yesterday along the lines of grabbing your butt and being like Tiger Woods and making a putt. It's possible this rapper personally knew Woods, or its coincidence or that they admire Woods' putting skills.
Please don't tell me your going to rub my fat zones, because the mood will change if you say it.
No comments:
Post a Comment