KC got their first home win against the Yankees
in a nail biter.
Moose...
I love you.
Tonight, instead of having a shot of bourbon, I worked out until my hair got wet with sweat.
I'm starting to show some definition, between diet, manual labor, and working out 3x a week, but my pale skin washes it out.
My car is in the shop (started, and made it clear across town to my mechanic).
And I worked a decent shift today, lot of trips outside... and something died in one of the dumpsters and errupted in maggots. Stank up a whole parking lot, and it was humid-wet, and very warm today.
My paperwork is in the mail.
That's the big news.
Signed.
Dated.
On the way back to my lawyer.
And for SOME reason my OLD health insurance from 2010 is calling me about the accident, and promising me unicorns and mountains of candy if I file a claim with them so they can recoup their expenses on the deal, and get me "pain and suffering" money.
I've heard this crock of shit before, and unless its greater than the $3800 claim they ate, I'm not interested, because it was a big
solid
FUCK YOU
to Aetna/former employer for fucking me around on not sending me my COBRA paperwork until AFTER the deadline had passed.
So
my "Aetna family" can go fuck themselves with a splintery, hand carved, 4x too big dildo
without lube.
Sideways.
I'm gonna eat pizza this weekend.
And no.
I'm not sharing.
Its the magic pizza from Topeka.
Worth almost dying for.
... well
not really, but it is worth it to have people travelling through Topeka to pick you up one.
What else I got?
Need to buy jeans.
Need to pay bills.
Gotta clean house for appraiser.
Pizza.