Things that make you go "ooooh"

Let me start off this blog, this new little puzzle piece of the complicated girl I am by saying this...

Work sucks without Louisa. She is my work bff. The "One" to my Cable. I really hate when she takes time off. In fact, I hate it so much I decide to start a whole new blog. Here's to you Louisa.

In other fucking news, prepare yourselves. You who don't exist, my fictious blog audience. Last night, December 25th, 2009 I ended my 15+ year throw up strike. I literally haven't thrown up since I was in 5th grade, which would have made me like 10 or 11. And even that one shouldn't REALLY count since I woke up out of a sound sleep and puked everywhere. Only incidents which involve will power and mind control count and so in that case I haven't thrown up since I was like 6. Yeah, that's how I'm counting it. Needless to say, I'm disappointed. Add to that it was due to drinking. Double disappointment. Add to that it was at my in-laws. Triple disappointment. Add to that my husbands aunt called him this morning to come clean up my throw up. Quadruple disappointment. God, I could go on. I am 310% unhappy with what transpired yesterday, Christmas Day. I'm sorry Jesus.

So yes, I'm cranky. I'm alone at work. Thanks Louisa. I'm killer hungover. And I've had this stupid cold for like a week now and I suck at chest colds.

Whine. Bitch. Moan.

Jenni's out...