So, I hate it when my friends are feeling down or when something bad happens to them. That’s why I’m beginning this blog post with a shout out to the incredibly lovely Lexi, who is strong, brave, compassionate, amazing, beautiful, and, ultimately, under-appreciated.
She had a really rough patch today, as those of you who read her blog know. I’m happy that she is trying to bounce back from it, but I also want to let her know that I love and support her, and that she can talk to me if she ever needs to. I love you, Lexi.
On to orders of business about my day. I woke up early to go to work (I know, crazy, right?) with my father who offered me a day-long job. It was a painting job, so we were doing the entire upstairs of a rental house (in a very colorful state), painting it white with brown trim.
The creativity died in me a little today, along with my energy and cleanliness, but all of my debts are now paid off with a little extra money to spare. Yes, yes, I am proud of me.
I also got to go to lunch with dad, where I was told by a very old lady that I looked exactly like an Olympic swimmer. God, that made me feel good. I wish I was an Olympic swimmer!
I watched Dr. Horrible’s Sing-along Blog today. It always makes me happysadconfusedhappyfeelterriblehappysademotionalhappysad.
So, pretty much…that was my day. I am now watching the Olympics, filled with all those dirty, dirty semi-gods who have dirty, dirty sexual encounters in the Olympians Village.
Oh, you know what I’m talking about. You know.