New Jersey's gettin' a li'l hurricaney this weekend, so yesterday I got an email from the Inflatable 5K I'm supposed to run tomorrow and they're like, "Fuck you, we're still doing it, unless there's lightning."
And I thought, "Eat a dick, you blowup doll of races."
But then they emailed today and said, "OK, FINE, you little bitch-baby, you can transfer races and do another one. Coward."
Procrastination for the win!
#MoreBounceToTheOunce #RockMeLikeAHurricane
New Jersey's gettin' a li'l hurricaney this weekend, so yesterday I got an email from the Inflatable 5K I'm supposed to run tomorrow and they're like, "Fuck you, we're still doing it, unless there's lightning."
And I thought, "Eat a dick, you blowup doll of races."
But then they emailed today and said, "OK, FINE, you little bitch-baby, you can transfer races and do another one. Coward."
Procrastination for the win!
#MoreBounceToTheOunce #RockMeLikeAHurricane
How to Care for Your Smug, page 17, section 6:
"In the event of a bad workday, allow your Smug to Ugly Cry alone, because she is emotionally stunted and can't cry in front of people.
"When she calms down, apply one steak burrito with extra dairy products, and an order of Wendy's fries with barbecue sauce. Repeat as needed.
"If possible, sit your Smug down in front of any Shonda Rhimes show (new or old) with any vodka-based beverage(s). This is her cognitive behavioral therapy. (See also: "Dance it out.")
"Put Tipsy Smug to bed immediately with a George Carlin audiobook playing."
Bam. Look out, y'all. #HellOnHeels
(And, by "Look out," obviously I mean, "Look out for me when I inevitably trip and fall.") 
