Wow, can't believe it's been almost a year since I blogged. What have I been doing? Tweeting too much; facebook'ing like a crack addict.I haven't moved yet because...well, I don't know. I'm lazy. That's a fact. I get home from work and I don't want to do shit. I could've had my apartment packed up months ago. More about that later...
So tonight is Sunday and the Grammy's are on. So many artists that I'm like "Who is that" and "Why is that crap nominated?" I must be old.
Oh great, Jamie Foxx is introducing someone. Is he gunna plug his new movie? A new CD? The only reason I can tolerate him is because I know my boy Robert Downey Jr is a friend of his.
Cee-Lo is on now doing "Forget you" instead of the "Fuck you" we all wanted to hear. And he looks like a cross between George Clinton, Elton John and NBC Peacock. With Muppet back-up
singers.
Okay, back to my life. Can I just say it, 2011 has sucked with a capital UCKED! Bad stuff went down at the house, then my car starting acting up, then my canary died and then the ONE thing I took joy in at work, some bird feeders I had hanging up outside the office window, they made me either move or take down. The back-stabbing, two-faced bitches I work with. I know who complained. So now not only do I want to move, but I want a new job too. I'm SICK of busting my ass at that place while others do nothing and just freaking coast. And get paid more than I do FOR their coasting. I'm surrounded by fucking slackers. And the managers don't do anything about it because they don't care. They're bringing home their money. It's beyond frustrating. What I really want to do...is move back home. I want to be with my family. There's nothing for me in Rochester. My phone doesn't ring with people asking me to do stuff. My friends have their own lives now. There's nothing here for me. If my Mom lived alone right now, I'd be gone. I'd pack up my shit and just go. Put it into storage and just hang out with my Mom.
Okay, Katy Perry is on. I know who she is. lol. Is she gunna do that fireworks-out-her-ass routine again? I like Glee's version of Teenage Dreams better than hers, sorry! Darren Criss killed that shit.
What's up with John Mayer trying to look like Johnny Depp?
Nice, Lady Antebellum won Song of the Year. Nice. Great song. And it's cute that they're choked up about it.
You're probably wondering why I posted the pic of Michael Waltrip on this post. The stink face was appropriate. It's how I've felt so far about this year. Two months in and it's basically been....a big turd.
