Gah, Tuesday. 
It depresses me severely that I'm constantly struggling with money. I mean, I'm super thankful that I'm able to get by, and live in a nice neighborhood in Brooklyn, and afford groceries and a Metrocard. I am exactly where I always dreamed of being (minus the superstardom). And I don't need to be loaded, either. As I was saying to Quinne yesterday, I want to be able to go out for dinner whenever I want. Or if, in the middle of my workday, I decide I want sushi....I'd like to be able to just get some. I don't want to have to panic if one of my cats gets sick, or if I do. I want to be able to at least get started on my backpiece. Pay off my credit card. Get a new pair of jeans instead of wearing the ones with the hole in the crotch. I don't need a Bentley, or a brownstone, or a Louis Vuitton. I just want to relax, to not have this constant weight on my shoulders.
I suppose the raise I was promised in September would at least point me in the right direction. But then, my boss is a prick.
*end rant*
So I'm super pissed with my Monday night spinning class. As I mentioned on Friday, the Tuesday/Thursday instructor, Ande, is the best I've had. But the old Monday teacher wasn't half bad, so I stuck with it. She recently quit, though, and this other woman has been filling in - the class basically consists of painfully loud trance music and the teacher screaming at everyone "PUSH YOURSELF TO THE LIMIT, PEOPLE!! GO GO GO!!!". No guidance, no assistance with posture, no coaching, no dynamics. Everyone has terrible form and technique, and since the teacher isn't paying any attention to that, they all think they're working super hard...when in actuality they're damaging their joints and hip flexors, and straining their back, wrists and shoulders. I could barely stand it last night. I wanted to shove the teacher out of the way and teach the damn thing myself.
And now it looks like this woman is going to be the regular teacher. Lame.
*end second rant*
After the lame spinning situation last night, I stopped by Brooklyn Industries to pick up the lovely Miss JaiDee. She came over and chilled with us for the evening, and Dan and I have appointed her to be the official cat sitter extraordinaire, a position she's sure to regret volunteering for one of these days.
Tonight, it's boxing with funnyman Chris. Then the usual - sauted peppered balsamic tofu over romaine with fresh parmesan and vinagrette for me, some fabulously gourmet concoction for my life partner and insanely expensive top-of-the-line preservative free all meat cat food for the kids.
No wonder I'm so freakin' broke.
I wonder if Twwly's home yet?
It depresses me severely that I'm constantly struggling with money. I mean, I'm super thankful that I'm able to get by, and live in a nice neighborhood in Brooklyn, and afford groceries and a Metrocard. I am exactly where I always dreamed of being (minus the superstardom). And I don't need to be loaded, either. As I was saying to Quinne yesterday, I want to be able to go out for dinner whenever I want. Or if, in the middle of my workday, I decide I want sushi....I'd like to be able to just get some. I don't want to have to panic if one of my cats gets sick, or if I do. I want to be able to at least get started on my backpiece. Pay off my credit card. Get a new pair of jeans instead of wearing the ones with the hole in the crotch. I don't need a Bentley, or a brownstone, or a Louis Vuitton. I just want to relax, to not have this constant weight on my shoulders.
I suppose the raise I was promised in September would at least point me in the right direction. But then, my boss is a prick.
*end rant*
So I'm super pissed with my Monday night spinning class. As I mentioned on Friday, the Tuesday/Thursday instructor, Ande, is the best I've had. But the old Monday teacher wasn't half bad, so I stuck with it. She recently quit, though, and this other woman has been filling in - the class basically consists of painfully loud trance music and the teacher screaming at everyone "PUSH YOURSELF TO THE LIMIT, PEOPLE!! GO GO GO!!!". No guidance, no assistance with posture, no coaching, no dynamics. Everyone has terrible form and technique, and since the teacher isn't paying any attention to that, they all think they're working super hard...when in actuality they're damaging their joints and hip flexors, and straining their back, wrists and shoulders. I could barely stand it last night. I wanted to shove the teacher out of the way and teach the damn thing myself.
And now it looks like this woman is going to be the regular teacher. Lame.
*end second rant*
After the lame spinning situation last night, I stopped by Brooklyn Industries to pick up the lovely Miss JaiDee. She came over and chilled with us for the evening, and Dan and I have appointed her to be the official cat sitter extraordinaire, a position she's sure to regret volunteering for one of these days.
Tonight, it's boxing with funnyman Chris. Then the usual - sauted peppered balsamic tofu over romaine with fresh parmesan and vinagrette for me, some fabulously gourmet concoction for my life partner and insanely expensive top-of-the-line preservative free all meat cat food for the kids.
No wonder I'm so freakin' broke.
I wonder if Twwly's home yet?
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