i feel like i've been working all day

maybe because i have been. i have been working since 2am. i left work at 2pm but didn't really nap until oprah came on. she had jim carrey (who i don't find funny AT ALL), carol burnette and steve carrell (my baby daddy) on. i really hate it when oprah tries to keep up with her guests. she tried to be as funny and humor is clearly not one of her strengths. she pulled a tyra and i hate tyra. speaking of.... i agree with all my gossip blogs....especially michael k....you know tyra will be talking about her emmy win friday night until she dies. super.

so i'd like to thank you guys for the comments. i'm sorry i wasn't able to chat more today. you wouldn't have wanted to chat with me even if i was around. so cranky pants. sleep deprivation!

ugh. i have to go to the gym. i don't want to go to the gym, but i have to. i'll admit it. i went for a late night/early morning QT run. i had to! i was starving and had no caffeine in the house. and then you're there and you have to get a hot dog. and then you see the cheese machine. don't look at me like that! i know! i totally blew my diet. i had been so good. i have no will power!

but now the bachelorette is on and i have to watch that, so i probably won't make it to the gym until 10p. It's a good thing the Atlantic Station gym is open until midnight. i only watch the bachelor/bachelorette for it's awkward entertainment value - i promise. i don't have to watch it, but when its on, its like a bad car accident on the highway, you have to stop and look. i also have a girl crush on Deanna. i imagine she'd be a really cool friend. she's not one of those stupid bitches that have been on the bachelorette or the bachelor before.

so i forgot to tell y'all my mini drama from the other day. i got home from C & R's backyard bonanza early morning Sunday because i was having "stomach" issues. ok, so i overindulged in C's artichoke dip. its just soo good. REAL good. yum. anyway, i roll up to my house, get out of the car, get out my keys to open the door (keep in mind its like 2am) and as i'm opening my door, one of the losers from my building comes up behind me and is like "X, i need to talk to you".

i about jumped out of my skin. Nick (yeah, he gets a full name call-out for being a CREEP) is my landlord's nephew. used to live in one of the apartments, but now lives with her. total loser. in fact, S used to drink with him and i he know smokes pot all the time. he is in his early 20s. so he comes up behind me and i about jump out of my skin.

"about that email you sent my boss..." so apparently Nick works at Diesel. i'm pretty sure it's not because he's an exceptional waiter or bar-back. it's probably the only job he could get. he has no car (he wrecked it) and since Diesel is next door.....

but i digress...

he starts semi yelling at me. he's like "X, you live in the highlands. you can't complain about the noise*! why did you write him that?!" and all the while he's swaying, hiccuping in my face, just getting closer than i want him to be to me and my door. it was kinda scary. *to see email exchange see previous post

so after a few seconds of him doing this i decide enough.

so i start yelling something like "that email was written to the owner, not to you, which means any issue i may or may not have is between me and the owner. i'm not going to stand here explaining anything to you and if you get in my face again in this creepy ass way, i'll call the police. don't ever come up behind me like this EVER again. sober up."

shut the door in his face. jerk.