It's Monday night and I'm watching The Simpsons on my couch… which is something that happens pretty frequently around here ever since every episode was made available on FX Now.
I love television more than I should. I watch it more than I should. I talk about it more than I should. If I had it my way, I would find a job in television that also let me talk about television all the time. I don't nerd out about anything nearly as much as I do TV. In fact, most of my close friendships have become stronger through a shared love for TV shows. That's a sad fact about me.
I am having a lot of problems lately with my body. Everything hurts all the time and the chiropractor I went to made me feel really great and then he told me how much it would cost to go through with his treatment and I haven't been back since. But I did buy a foam roller. Everything pretty much still hurts.
I am annoyed with drinking.
I am enjoying getting older and slowly but surely approaching 30. I can't wait to be 30. I'm going to be the best 30 year old. I'm really going to live my best life when I'm 30, just like Oprah says I will.
I wear a lot of wife beaters lately. I don't know what else to call them… because that is what I've always called them. Ribbed tank tops? Sounds worse.
It's been kind of chilly in Los Angeles lately… and I like it. But I also like it when it's warm out. Either way, I'm going to wear my leather jacket.
Sometimes I feel bad for liking my day job as much as I do. It was only supposed to be something I did to pay the bills… and now it's like a place that I enjoy spending my time and I care about what I'm doing and the success of the company matters to me. But don't worry, I want to be a writer more than anything - and I also hate myself as much as ever!
I worry that my cat is my best friend. Just kidding. Haha. Not really. She's awesome. She sleeps in the closet.
I kind of want to get married. But I also kind of realize that so many of my friends are doing that these days and that I am just caught up in wedding fever and I'm not entirely emotionally prepared for a marriage, because me and Beau are both poor and financially irresponsible… but it seems worth it for one day of attention.
I accidentally put Premium gas in my car today and I thought that my car would blow up as soon as I turned the car on. I Google'd it though, and apparently I'm a fucking idiot.
Speaking of cars, I got a flat tire in a McDonald's parking lot last week while on a mission to buy 100 nuggets. Beau changed the tire and I was pretty impressed… then I ate 25 nuggets and felt sick for so many days. Gudernatch ate 50 nuggets though… so there you go.
I really like snap pea crisps and I also need a new coffee maker.
My prescription sunglasses are stronger than my regular glasses and now I have a constant headache and I also only see rainbow colors when I wear the sunglasses. All in all, am I going blind?
That is all.