Out of all the foods that give you heartburn, was it really necessary to use the phallic-shaped one and have it slap goo all over this guys face?

I love how the girl covers her teddy bear’s eyes.

1. As soon as I got on the freeway, I had to exit because the traffic was already backed up so much.
2. The guy in front of me decided to stop and wait for the lonnggggg line of cars behind me so that he could parallel park.
3. I got stuck behind a yard maintenance truck taking 100xs too long to pull over.
4. I hit the cone on the way down to the lower level of my parking garage. Apparantly, it was closed and I’m blind.
5. It’s not even 9am
6. Yesterday wasn’t a good day either.

Walking across the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks when this Friskies cat food commercial played.

What the fuck is this? Whoever dreamed up this commercial HAD to be on something. A gooooood something. This shit is nuts.

I searched for the video online. And boy, am I glad I did.

Here’s the parody of it on Funny Or Die:

I’m tired of all my shit. Literally (…not that literally).

Over the years, I’ve avoided that box of “shit to go through”. It started off as one box, then grew to a couple of boxes, to now I’m just tired of looking at it.

Time flew, life got really busy, and next thing I know, BAM! That box of shit to go through? It’s been needing to get done since before I got Buttercup as a puppy.

Wow.

Look, I’m not a hoarder. And no, I am not in denial about that, either.

What I am though, is a procrastinator. I tend to put things off until absolutely necessary and then end up hating myself for it. Especially when it costs money (stupid parking meter), or time (stupid LA traffic I could’ve avoided had I left 5 minutes earlier). For some reason, I always think I’ll have more time…

WHATEVER

The point is that I’m aware. I’m working on it. Seriously.

Now that I live in an apartment and renting storage units in LA costs too damned much, all my belongings need to fit right here in this 1-bedroom apartment. Space is what’s valuable. And that box of shit is taking way too much of it.

So that’s it. I’m tired of never really feeling 100% unpacked because I have to keep certain things out, like my vacuum, because my closet has boxes of … stuff.

The thing is, I’ve always had a place to store my extra things I didn’t use every day. Things like party supplies, Halloween costumes, Christmas decorations. fans, and heaters all could be packed up and thrown in a garage (or parents’ garage).

This weekend I PURGE. I can’t afford to keep putting off going through The Box of Crap. It’s inexcusable. Plus, the vacuum needs a home.

New Hair Did

The Mess

Me

Of course, nothing with Buttercup is ever easy. Bathing her means I get drenched, so naturally this is the result of my grooming her.

Now I know to take care of Buttercup’s fur before the weather starts to get warm. The constant shedding = Unh Unh Boo

Hey, this whole having a big indoor dog that massively sheds is still new to me.

We’re learning together.

I thought the cleanup was going to be a horrible experience since I don’t have a patio with my apartment, but it was surprisingly simple. The vacuum took care of it quickly. My neighbors, on the otherhand, probably had their suspicions confirmed tonight that I’m a crackhead who never sleeps and likes to take care of my household chores in the middle of the night.