The only certainty is bad grammar

This holiday, for some reason, seemed WAY more important to me and the world when i was in elementary school.

I know, i know, i SAID i wouldn’t write about the weather any more. but PEOPLE, come on! not only did this stupid groundhog see his stupid shadow (which according to my second grade teacher Mrs. Finn means SIX MORE WEEKS!!! of winter) but it is OF COURSE snowing here. again.  I’ve officially decided to blame Punxsutaweny Phil for that crap — i have to put my anger SOMEWHERE and I can’t very well beat up the snow.

In conclusion: ground hogs have offiically made my sh*t list. those bastards. so don’t be expecting any Happy Groundhog Day greeting cards from me.

I really want to post something, because as I’ve mentioned earlier, I like to post ALL THE TIME (you know, so the five people who read this daily will have a reason to keep coming back). I’m just super tired and I had a really long week and work was hard and blah, blah, blah, so instead, I’m just putting this up to let you five people know that I promise to post a bunch of stuff tomorrow (saturday) because it’s my day off. I swear. There will be AT LEAST 67 new posts tomorrow. cross my heart. and by 67 i mean two — one for today and one for tomorrow.

I know, I know. you’re thinking “but you JUST got a bed! it sounds like too much too soon.” And you’re right, I am scared of commitment. But I’m also sick of sitting on my air mattress when I watch the a daily show.  and my friend said something about how she got the couch off the back of a truck so i wouldn’t have to pay for it. and that sounds like a good plan to me.

Also, as soon as i get said furniture i plan to have people over for a dinner party. really. i do. of course i don’t have a kitchen table, so umm, that might be awkward.  Maybe a tv-watching party would be better.