Comes Standard.

Happy Time Change Day! Back to standard time we go! And I think the time on my blog has already be reflecting that...at least for the past week. A whoops. As if I didn't need another reason to drink they throw a time change at me. Why not celebrate I say? With the change of when we do it, we're saving oil. Which means we should be lessening our reliance on foreign oil, which sounds like a nice reason to drink!

I'm kidding of course. I'm not boozing it up over the extra hour of sleep last night. I'm looking at the clock and shuddering because it's 630 and well, I could nap.

But a fantastic reason to drink is the necessity for freezer room. Went shopping at Woodman's today with the roomie and whoa baby. Did we buy a ton of shit. We had coupons! COUPONS GALORE! And oh baby sister did those things come in handy. Saved like 15 bucks with mine. Shwing! So we drank some margarita! because we needed to make room in the freezer. I won't tell you how much I spent. A bad bad amount. Lets just say that if I went at PNS it woulda been over a 100 bucks...

on top of the 50 I spent at Kohls. YIKERS! Yeah. I wanted to feel happier and so spending my money that I work so damn hard to get makes me so. I bought pretty shirts! and a pretty bra which I could have done without (since no one but me will see it) but it was pretty! and on sale AND we had special coupons for an extra 15% off. Oh and I had to get gas today. Shit. But the good thing? Total it was about a weeks pay. So I got that going for me.

But what I don't have going for me is that I can't get money. I need to go home to get money because they don't cash payroll checks the bastards. Le sigh.

Frankenstein and Prometheus...I do not want to write about yoooooooooooooou! (I'm writing this blog so I can waste time you see)

Poor Lauren. She is realizing that her dislike for Mike Rowe is not a common feeling. Me, that one chick that I can't remember her name, and her sister. She should just cross over to the dark side. Enjoy his voice already. I think I pin pointed why I like it so much. Its the epitome of an American man's voice. He can read me the Constitution or something. I'll leave the phone book and dictionary for Jack Davenport.

I'm sorry. I know, I know. I tend to get on a theme and stick. My apologies and I shall now go. I need to come up with a thesis statement and paragraph.

Word to your fathers.