IN CINCINNATIIIIII. I'm stokin'. It's eighteen degrees outside and we're sleeping with the window open, because I guess we're retards. We decided to turn off the heater too. We'll probably be really sick in the morning. 
I hope not though.
We had Donato's for dinner tonight. They charged me five dollars for sauce and never gave it to me. And the pizza tasted like shit. So I called back to have the money put back on my card for the sauce, and they wanted to credit it to a future purchase, and I tried to find a nice away to say no, but what came out of my mouth was, "I don't think I'm going to be ordering again."
Manager, "Why?"
Me, "Because the pizza didn't taste good."
She sounded blatantly surprised that I said that too. Also, side note; when will people learn to not ask questions they don't want the answers to? Seriously, if I had a freakin' penny for every question I've been asked that someone really didn't want the answer to I wouldn't need to take out loans for law school. HELL I WOULDN'T NEED TO GO TO LAW SCHOOL.
I realized four days ago that what I love most in the world is to hear that I have a backbone. My Mom's friend at our other apartment said she wished she had half of my backbone. We were talking about her POS son, and how he's thirty, and lives with her, and does nothing but sit around on the couch all day and watch television. I told her to send him outside, and I'd lay into him. But she didn't.
I don't really think I've got that much of a backbone, matter of fact, a lot of the time I can be spineless, buttt like I told Barb (Mom's friend), it's not that I have a backbone, it's the fact that I DON'T GIVE A FUCK, what people think about me. That's a Florida thing, I think. 
Speaking of Florida, we're planning a visit down there in January or February to pick up the stuff that couldn't fit in the SUVs and car. I'm so super stoked about it, because I miss Linds, and Lo, and WORK. Oh my god, how I miss my job. Well not the job, but the people.
It's bed time now, we have to go look at the house tomorrow, and sign the lease and whatever.
I hope not though.
We had Donato's for dinner tonight. They charged me five dollars for sauce and never gave it to me. And the pizza tasted like shit. So I called back to have the money put back on my card for the sauce, and they wanted to credit it to a future purchase, and I tried to find a nice away to say no, but what came out of my mouth was, "I don't think I'm going to be ordering again."
Manager, "Why?"
Me, "Because the pizza didn't taste good."
She sounded blatantly surprised that I said that too. Also, side note; when will people learn to not ask questions they don't want the answers to? Seriously, if I had a freakin' penny for every question I've been asked that someone really didn't want the answer to I wouldn't need to take out loans for law school. HELL I WOULDN'T NEED TO GO TO LAW SCHOOL.
I realized four days ago that what I love most in the world is to hear that I have a backbone. My Mom's friend at our other apartment said she wished she had half of my backbone. We were talking about her POS son, and how he's thirty, and lives with her, and does nothing but sit around on the couch all day and watch television. I told her to send him outside, and I'd lay into him. But she didn't.
I don't really think I've got that much of a backbone, matter of fact, a lot of the time I can be spineless, buttt like I told Barb (Mom's friend), it's not that I have a backbone, it's the fact that I DON'T GIVE A FUCK, what people think about me. That's a Florida thing, I think.
Speaking of Florida, we're planning a visit down there in January or February to pick up the stuff that couldn't fit in the SUVs and car. I'm so super stoked about it, because I miss Linds, and Lo, and WORK. Oh my god, how I miss my job.
Well not the job, but the people.
It's bed time now, we have to go look at the house tomorrow, and sign the lease and whatever.
