It’s Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday.
TGIF(AF). I’ve started adding AF to everything because it makes me feel fly (i.e., young). God, I feel bad for ever making fun of my parents.
I got $1000 worth of work done on my car Monday, so that was a delightfully weepy way to start the week. Sometimes being a grownup is awesome, like when you realize that you don’t need any sort of special occasion to walk into a bakery, buy a cake, and eat the whole damn thing by yourself. Other times — like spending your hard earned gwaples on your engine — being a grownup sucks hard.
I wrote some things:
- About your lane being whatever the hell you want it to be
- About being sober in October and some other introspective crap
♥ This startup will give you up to $50,000 for a down payment on a home, so long as you agree to continually list a bedroom to short-term renters via Airbnb for a period of 12-36 months. You then split up the profit. Naturally, it’s only in a cool place like Seattle, but the lawyer in me would love to see that contract.
♥ How Colin Kaepernick got back on the field without ever throwing a football.
♥ The best cities for millennials (I see you, OKC). After blogging as long as I have, Utah seems wonderful. The women look Stepford-y (at least via Instagram, and you know that shit’s all real life), and the surroundings are beautiful. See y’all in Provo (at least, until the run me out or burn me).
♥ Some insane people wake up at 4am to get their day started, and studies are showing that they are vastly more productive than the sloths of the world. If that’s what it takes to be productive, I’ll be an unproductive sloth that sleeps until 6:30.
♥ I got my first ever spray tan this morning and damn near had a panic attack because I’m the literal worst and can mess up the easiest of tasks. I Insta-storied my way through it — it’s fairly enjoyable. Things I learned? Don’t wear skinny jeans to a spray tan, and I work with the best people ever.
♥ I’m making the voyage down to Fayetteville tonight. The longer I live in Rogers, the farther away Fayetteville seems. It’s a USMNT night, though, so it’s time to go to Smoke and Barrel with the rest of the American Outlaws of northwest Arkansas (and then probably drive them home because sober).
♥ I haven’t weighed myself in over a week, so imagine my surprise when I hopped on the scale this morning and a number flashed that I haven’t seen in a while. I’ve lost almost twenty pounds since January. These are the stubborn pounds that have dug in their heels and refused to budge (toddler pounds, if you will), and I don’t know that I’ve seen them shed off since December 2007 when I spent two weeks post-Florida breakup existing on a daily diet of two sugar-free Red Bulls and a pack of P-Funks (and I’m too crotchety for that diet anymore, it makes my throat hurt and my heart shake). Anywhoodles, good riddance to them, so I celebrated with peanut butter M&Ms because life is all about balance.
Happy Friday, kittens. You can play with me over the weekend here: