Aw, heck. I showered, fed everyone with fur, sat down here to not blog and noticed I had a call from a 1-800 number. Remember last month when some ass stole my identity, because everyone’s dying to be me? I have an automatic withdrawal from my gym, and let’s all giggle for a moment about “my gym.” Wow, June, you and that gym. It’s like you’re one.
What the hell was I thinking, joining that gym?
Anyway, when they STOLE my identity, my bank stopped my debit card from working, so this month’s automatic withdrawal didn’t work for my gym, so they called at EIGHT OH NINE to talk to me, which is super polite.
The point is, I called them and talked to them and now it’s 8:26 and I have to go to work, which means I can’t really talk to you.
So, you talk to me. Earlier this week on Pie on the Face, our page on Facebook, someone wrote in needing advice. Does anyone else need advice? Someone can write in with their woes and we’ll answer.
Yesterday I had to go downtown, and that is not a euphemism, to “ideate” for work, and what I’d like to “ideate” about is why we have to make up words. Anyway, after, I headed to my friend Kit’s store. It’s always fun to look around there. Kit is fixing me up, as she knows everyone in town. Further reports as developments warrant.
You know, you can buy some of her stuff on her website. See the link above. I didn’t know you could do that, and now everyone who knows me is gonna get Kit shit. And there’s her new slogan. Buy Kit Shit.
All right, I have to get dressed. Once you stop feeling atwitter about my berobed current situation, feel free to type us your woes in the comments.