The Nothing Post

Last night I did nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I turned down plans. Ignored texts.

Because it was an exhausting week. And I’d rather be here: Besides, I need to redo my pedicure before another night out. My feet are gross.

Correction: All feet are gross. Not just mine.

So instead, I rented Cedar Rapids.

Is it weird that Ed Helms has mannerisms in the way that he talks to remind me of an ex-boyfriend?

Yeah, you’re right. That’s weird.

The movie was good. I laughed my ass off.

While drinking and eating this:What’s better than carry out woon sen?

Nothing. But leftover woon sen is a close second.

Yes, that’s the Jersey Shore marathon playing in the background. What? I hadn’t started the movie yet…

Then I passed out on my couch went to bed at 10.

Lame? Yes. But I’m on my second cup o’ joe and am about to meet up with a friend to kill a run.

So I don’t care.

Because I do what I want.

Happy weekend!

A Good Eye Roll

Everyone loves a good eye roll. Especially me. It’s possibly become an involuntary “tick” of some sort. Because some things (ok- a lot of things) deserve it.

Like the weather being predictably unpredictable. From 95 to 65 degrees in one day,  huh? Guess I’ll roll with the punches, Mother Nature. Even though you’re playing dirty again and I don’t like it.

Like how I’ll own 3 or 4 umbrellas and cannot find even one before heading out into the rain for work.

Like how I’ll have no AC on 2 of the hottest days of the week. But it’s working fabulously by the time the temperature actually reaches that 65 degrees… Really helpful…

Like how I’ll spend a good majority of my time complaining about weather-related things… (my bad)

Like when Taylor Swift plays over the speakers in my office. Without me even acknowledging it, my boss will say “oh here’s your friend”. He knows I hate Taylor Swift. She’s got probably 5 songs on this current playlist. He says it every time. Every day. Is this a form of tourettes?

(in all seriousness- I heart my boss)

Like when I wear a skirt to work, and being as how my office is 90% guys, no matter what, I always get “oh… hot date tonight?”  No. It’s hot. Skirts feel better. And I have good legs. That’s all.

Or how I’ll crave something sweet everyday. No matter what- gimme my sugar!

Or like how I can eat and crave soup/chili all year round. It seems everyone else has switched over to their summer meal plans. Whereas I’m looking into the freezer and going, “oh yeah, the soup I made when I went home sick from work earlier this year… that actually sounds sort of good right now!”Clearly, eating seasonally is not my thing.

And my taste buds must have been close to dead during my little illness, because this stuff was still very much ON FIRE with seasoning… whew!

But those things are ok. As long as the air conditioning holds up as I reheat and eat my wintery comfort food, there are no issues here.

Because really, food just makes me happy. Go ahead- say “duh, we know this” and gimme a good eye roll. I deserve it.