I love the irony of watching Biggest Loser on the couch with snacks. I also like looking at myself naked after the show. Not too shabby after all.
An elderly black woman told me that God told her what I was thinking when she sauntered past me, appearing to cut in line at the pharmacy counter. She confronted me with it and I admitted, yes I was wondering if she was cutting in line. I'm not sure that's the sort of thing God conveys special messages about. Maybe God gave her the faculty to interpret the look on my and the cashiers face.
I hate the McDonald's commercial where the man keeps telling people not to talk to him before he's had his coffee. I especially want to bitch slap him when he walks into an actual McDonald's and starts in with his 'don't even talk to me before I've had my coffee.' I want them to show what a real cashier at McDonald's does when you get in their line and try to have an attitude with them. I want the girl in the commercial to cut him off and say 'I know you did not just cut me off. You are at MCDONALD's bitch. It's not that serious. You need to learn how to make coffee at home if it makes you suicidal because only someone who wants to die rolls up in here and cuts me off when I am talking. Now what the fuck do you want?'
I have a wake-up buddy and it is awesome. It is so much better to start the day with a friend.
Baloo is cancer free and the prognosis is great. Though she popped 2 stitches and had to go back for staples, she is recovering nicely. I'll put up picture of her with her little lifesaver collar (keeps her away from stitches) when I get around to it.
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