Crabby Cake

Just the way I see things…

My boring ass weekend.

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Man.

Friday was pretty awesome. I fell and skinned my knee while holding a cup of coffee. The coffee survived, the knee was skinned and is still bruised. I went to a WW meeting and lost a pound. Later Kevin bought me an blended latte and I dropped it twice, mainly due to the fact that the chick made a mess of it and put another cup on the outside of it to make it less messy. The second cup didn’t like being squeezed or something. We did some other crap that seems to have slipped my mind. It involved diner and salads. Fat people love salads, they’re delicious. They are, they’re yummy and Ralphie May said so. I had to go to bed pretty early so I could get up pretty early on Saturday to be at work by 5. But, knowing myself all to well I took to much time getting ready for bed aka fucking about in the bathroom and bedroom. I got to bed by 10:30p and couldn’t get to sleep because I had aneixty about getting up at 4:15. 3 hours of sleep isn’t enough for me anymore.

Saturday was pretty uneventful. I got up really early, like 4:15 after remembering looking at the clock a lot and being awake when my alarm didn’t go off. Remember kids, setting the alarm isn’t enough, you have to turn the fucker on as well. I had the beginnings of a cold or some awesome but super early allergies. I worked an awesome 8 hours. Kevin went to Bremerton. I went to the chiropractor before he closed at 3p. After coming home, Abigail and I took a nap. I ate a feast of cheese filled pastas, broccoli with olive oil and salt and pepper and red pepper flakes, and a huge ass salad. It wasn’t that exciting. I drank a glass of wine. Took a bath in Epsom salts. Called it good and went to bed. I slept like crap because Kevin wasn’t home.

So far today was entertaining. I worked pretty damn early, though not as early as yesterday. I was trying to be all awesome and perch on the edge of a milk crate that wasn’t as full and it probably should have been for the task I was trying to do… and the crate tipped forward and I managed to catch my thigh on the tower of crates next to it. You should see my fucking bruise, it is so hot… as in putting off a lot of heat. I’d take a picture but I’m not that flexible and my legs look like sausages and you might be blinded. I then realized that I’m closer to being 40 than I am to being 15?!? I de-pooped the backyard. I washed some dishes. I took a long shower, did all the necessary hygiene bits. I talked to Kevin, he was eating at this dad’s house. I ate a feast of broccoli with olive oil and salt and pepper, a salad, and rice noodle soup. And then I posted this blog. After this I’ll have a glass of wine and dry my hair. Be then, Kevin might be now.

Wow, I’m kind of boring.

tl;dr? Bold stuff is more important but, not that important stuff.

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Written by crabbycake

March 29, 2009 at 8:23 pm

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  1. This blog’s great!! Thanks :).

    matt

    March 29, 2009 at 9:55 pm


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