No it's not an another damn angst post, I promise. I get as sick of that shit as you guys do. Unless you enjoy self-doubt and uncertainty settling over my life like a fleecy blanket of despair. In which case you are not invited to my frivolous cheesecake party. And that sucks for you because there will be such frivolous amounts of cheesecake, you do not even know:
So anyway, I know my posts have been kind of half-hearted and sucky for the past week, I've just been really busy and tired and whatnot. Part of me wonders if I ought to abandon the whole "updates every day" thing on the logic that no update is better than a crappy update. Your thoughts?
Anyway, this week has involved a myriad of random situations such as when for work at the museum we had to scale a fucking mountain with a ball python in tow to get to this performance arts center that was running a special engagement Mary Poppins show and doing an event for it that we were advertising at. Hence the python. Also I was almost hit by a mini-cooper. Because South Florida drivers are assholes and mini-cooper drivers are all either insane or Mark Wahlberg.
It was ok, there was a lot of adorable munchkins running around that were terrified of the python and one frightening grandma who proclaimed to her grandkids in a gravelly voice that implied she'd been a smoker since Lincoln was president:
Yeah. So there was that, and also it was hot as Satan's balls. Like hotter than a giant furnace, or the inside of the world's largest grill, or Christian Bale making out with Robert Downey Jr. while dressed as Batman and Iron Man respectively....what?
(Jared and I are in the produce aisle, looking for this specific lettuce our mom likes)
Publix dude: Is there anything I can help you with?
Me: We're just looking for this one type of bagged lettuce
Jared: ...I don't see it
Publix: Well what brand is it?
Jared: The bag is black...and...
Jared: Yeah, black and gold...
Me: Like, gold border I think
Publix dude: (regrets initiating the conversation)
And after that bit of sibling-uselessness, my brother spent roughly fifteen minutes sniffing deodorant, looking for the most manly scent. Eventually he decided on Old Spice because it is Bruce Campbell approved:
And also because of this guy:
Hell, he makes me wanna wear Old Spice.
Finally, I have noticed that my compatriot blogs seem to be enjoying rather massive fan numbers (at least compared to mine). While some of them have been around much longer than me, so their numbers make sense, some are as young as mine and have way more fans/followers/favorites/whatever. So I ask you people, what I am not doing? I really would like to get more readers and expand and stuff, so please give some feedback so I can fix whatever's keeping me from achieving bigger numbers. Then I promise I'll stop bitching. Probably. That's all for now, sleep calls. This is Sugary Cynic saying "I'm on a horse!" 'Night!
Me: "If I hear the spoonful of sugar song one more time I am going to stab Mary Poppins with her umbrella"