My bad, dude. I thought it was Monday night..

Another blogging entry! I'm on fire now, ladies and gents.  The weekend starts officially in 2 minutes. Now that's exciting. Or, it would be. If I lived with other people who had as much energy as I do.
   What did my day entale? Taking care of children. Driving people around for jobs and such. Pondering about whether or not I should finish this picture I started painting (f.y.i. - I didn't) and taking a 3 1/2 hour nap.
   Why do you care? I have no idea. But you just read it, now didn't you? So shuddup.
   In short, my day was uneventful and quite boring. I've been needing a smoke all day - of what I'm not sure but it better taste delicious and do a damn good job of  whatever it's supposed to do. It's now Saturday. I still haven't gotten that smoke.
  Maybe we could have some drinks!  Nothing says "lonely loser" like drinking by yourself. On a Friday night. Once everyone was home from their most important short shift jobs.. the kids fell asleep and I was PLANNING on doing something for me. Like, hagning out with the boyfriend. Drinking! Going out for a drive. Picking up some junk food at the 7-11 a couple blocks away. Watching something hilarious on TV.

~A short intervention in my bitching - SPEAKING of TV!  Have you seen that commercial with the white Chevy truck? It starts with that slow, tug-at-your-heartstrings music and the man is sitting outside, looking like he needs a bath. And then suddenly out of the blue this tall, blonde haired woman and a kid who looks NOTHING like the two of them come up to him and she askes if he's okay? Still following? Have you ever noticed how immensely scary that woman is? She talks like a robot, and has the death stare of Michelle Bachmann. I lose my cool every time I see that commercial. I'll laugh until I piss myself, I'm crying, and I have everyone else in the room telling me to shut the hell up. It's just such a awkward fail moment in TV history. Here Chevolet is, trying to make me emotional. Think of the memories! The family! And yet they failed to do that when they hired that God-awful actress with a stare that could kill a angry mountain gorilla.

~Back to what I was saying~

What was I saying? Oh yes. Everyone got home. Not even the 2 month old is up right now. I mean, he generally sleeps through the night. But jeez.
  My boyfriend fell asleep on the floor after 25 minutes of a rerun of That 70's Show. He's still asleep. Doesn't want to play a video game with me. Doesn't want to go out. My brother went and barricaded himself in his tiny apartment room. He doesn't want to go out.
  After a boring all day, it's even more quiet here. It's 12:13 now. Quite a let down after a full day of daydreaming about goin to a club. Shopping with money we don't have. Having a cigarette out on the back porch like my boy and I did back before we got together. Laughing, joking, smoking and basically being stupid. Huh....nope.

I did have an idea though. I see a lot of blogs with little pictures or crudely drawn sketches to depict exactly what the blogger means. Or, in case you were too stupid to picture a bird flying over a statue, they just helped you out. "This is what I mean!" ~ Well, Thank you for that. I didn't really know birds looked like uneven check marks in real life. I'll make a mental note.
  But I think I shall create myself the same sort of thing. A dinosaur, of course. Perhaps with a handlebar mustache. He'll be badass, and maybe drive a hot air balloon and have a friend who is a fireman. Because firemen are hot. No pun intended.
....And his name iiiiiiiiis....Marlin Thundarburg the IV. Yes. I am genious.
 Maybe he'll give me someone to talk too. Not even my online friends are on tonight. But that's okay. I've got a glass of sparkling wine and Marlin to think over before I go to bed. After all, work comes early on Tuesday!
  Hm? What was that? Oh, it's a FRIDAY night? I forgot...