Testing. 1 - 2 - 3, testing, testing..

Is this thing on?

If you’re wondering what’s happening around here, don’t worry. You’re not the only one.

I decided to mess around with my sidebar (because I want my links in their own page) and my work computer hates me. Maybe it’s telling me something: like get to work and stop fucking blogging you douche!

I dunno. I have to reload my sidebar page when I get home. Luckily I saved it on my computer. I think.

Update: It’s back! Everything back! Woot! woot! *happy dance*

(My OCD had kicked into overdrive for the past hour. Sweaty palms, the shakes, I hav been refreshing over and over just in case. I feel better. Hopefully I can now go about my day!)

Saturday night and here I sit in peace, alone. I’m not quite sure what to do with myself, it’s late, but I’m not tired. Mike’s out with my brother and a friend. GNO (Guys Night Out) which is great for him. He needs it, and deserves it. I didn’t put up a fight at all since I got to sleep in until 10am!! That’s right bitches. Ten-o-freakin’-clock!

I completed a really fun design job today for the Impatient Blogger. She’s so great, and really easy to work with. Pop by and say hi! Tell her how beautiful her template is , and that you’re now so utterly jealous that you have to hire me!

So, here I sit. Drinking beer alone. I haven’t done this in a LONG time. Blogging and drinking, with nothing even remotely intelligent to talk about. (Maybe I should have waited until I finished a couple more bottles.)

Do you feel that it’s bad for people to drink alone? I used to think that people definitely had a drinking problem if they sat alone and had a couple. Maybe it was my upbringing; drinking was only a social thing and never to be done alone. Now? Not so. I love to have a moment to myself, listen to the station I want to hear, sit here at the computer - with a brewskie in hand. Nothing says Awesome Saturday Night like that! I am such a fucking loser. There’s no excuse for me

What happened to me? I used to get depressed on Saturday nights that had no plans; there was ALWAYS something, anything to do. I would bar hop, go to house parties or just sit with friends as a local pub. But now? Now, I would trade a night out at the bar to sit here alone, in peace. Hands down. Really. I would (and do).

(Tonight didn’t really count because someone had to stay home with the kid and it’s GNO).

I’m such a hermit.

So, tell me. What did you do for your Saturday night?

Let me live vicariously through you.

If it wasn’t enough that I was sitting her admiring my blog this afternoon because I so enjoy my new design, I also felt compelled to nominate someone for the Blogger’s Choice Awards. Yup. I nominated a little known blog, with a couple readers; a girl that tries her hardest even though she may not always be funny or witty. Some posts are long winded, others are almost as interesting as watching paint dry… then there are a couple that (I think) are good enough to make one pee their pants.

Yeah, loser here. I nominated myself. *shakes head* I didn’t read all the rules nor did pay full attention to what I was doing and started filling everything in… for myself. To my defense… it does say at the top that you’re allowed to nominate your own blog.

I’m a fucktard. I know. Seriously though. I admit it. I am a dirty dirty attention whore.

But if you’d be so obliged, you can vote for me too. I ain’t postin’ a link, I think I’ve whored myself out enough.

On the bright side.

Costco fucking rocks my socks.

We bought one of those FoodSaver vacuum thingies for all the bulk meat that we buy; because we’re a couple of savages and stock up like it’s going out of style. Well, the damn thing broke. It wouldn’t suck anymore (Mike says it’s like me, apparently I’m broken too - cuz I don’t suck anymore).
We didn’t have the box, let alone a receipt, so we were hesitant about taking it back. I figured they’d say: “No such luck. Idiots.”

But then I remembered THIS. It’s pretty much the funniest damn thing I’ve ever read. Go on, read it.

And low and behold they took it back. Costco gave us a brand new vacuum sucking thingy. So, all’s right with the world now. Mike is so utterly gitty he’s vacuum sealing just about anything he can find at the moment.

Maybe he can vaccum suck the fat outta mah ass fer me.

I just love my new design. So much so, that I have been lurking on my own blog. (Is it really lurking, when I know I’m here?)

I’m such a friggin’ loser it’s not even funny.

I am a geek. With a capital ‘G’. The G Unit.

*sigh*