Meh. I feel fat. I know that's a stupid thing to post about and that my eyes are making it look worse than it is, but still. I actually feel compelled to go do some sit-ups or something. One of the Major downsides to living in this tiny city is the lack of a 24 Hour Fitness branch. That and no sushi restaurants or enormous bookstores.
Technically I should be putting some clothes on and following up on the tip that somebody gave me concerning $1 pairs of knitting needles at the local version of Pic N' Save. I love my glorified bamboo skewers to death and am really quite proud of how well they turned out, but they don't work well with the cotton yarn that i'm using. They stick and whatnot. Makes my hands hurt very quickly. I should also finish turning that hunk of plywood into a desk so that I can use my workroom again. And repair the pile of slightly damaged clothes that have been sitting next to my bed waiting for me to do exactly that for 3 months.
Fuck. I'm such a slacker.
Anyway, remember that sign I put up at work? I got a picture of it. Not a terribly good one, mind you, but you hopefully get the idea.
This needs a bit of explanation. See, I work with 2 Jeremies. This wouldn't be nearly so funny Or confusing if not for 3 key things:
-they have the same job description
-they have similar build, personality, etc.
-they always come as a set. they work together, hang out together, volunteer for the local drug rehab program together, and so on.
Therefore, they are never just Jeremy or Jerremey, they are always The Jeremies. I keep feeling like I should do a documentary or something, but for the moment narrating all of their actions is entertaining enough for me and Heather both.
Trivia: I own no furniture. I have many many many shelves, a couple of metal racks, and a pile of blankets on the floor for sleeping. The closest thing I have to chairs is a pair of collapsible camping stools in front of my computer.
[edited to say]: I know I'm going to get taken out and beaten with blunt objects for this, but I'm listening to gabber at the moment. Inexplicably, I'm enjoying it, even though it gives me the urge to stand up and bounce like a pogo stick on PCP.
Technically I should be putting some clothes on and following up on the tip that somebody gave me concerning $1 pairs of knitting needles at the local version of Pic N' Save. I love my glorified bamboo skewers to death and am really quite proud of how well they turned out, but they don't work well with the cotton yarn that i'm using. They stick and whatnot. Makes my hands hurt very quickly. I should also finish turning that hunk of plywood into a desk so that I can use my workroom again. And repair the pile of slightly damaged clothes that have been sitting next to my bed waiting for me to do exactly that for 3 months.
Fuck. I'm such a slacker.
Anyway, remember that sign I put up at work? I got a picture of it. Not a terribly good one, mind you, but you hopefully get the idea.
This needs a bit of explanation. See, I work with 2 Jeremies. This wouldn't be nearly so funny Or confusing if not for 3 key things:
-they have the same job description
-they have similar build, personality, etc.
-they always come as a set. they work together, hang out together, volunteer for the local drug rehab program together, and so on.
Therefore, they are never just Jeremy or Jerremey, they are always The Jeremies. I keep feeling like I should do a documentary or something, but for the moment narrating all of their actions is entertaining enough for me and Heather both.
Trivia: I own no furniture. I have many many many shelves, a couple of metal racks, and a pile of blankets on the floor for sleeping. The closest thing I have to chairs is a pair of collapsible camping stools in front of my computer.
[edited to say]: I know I'm going to get taken out and beaten with blunt objects for this, but I'm listening to gabber at the moment. Inexplicably, I'm enjoying it, even though it gives me the urge to stand up and bounce like a pogo stick on PCP.
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On the other end of the spectrum, it certainly looks like someone has been feeding the Jeremies... lots and lots.