Showing posts with label New Year. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Year. Show all posts

Saturday, December 27, 2025

Why Is It ...

… that if you’re someone who has left my life, please do not bother hitting me with that ‘Merry Christmas” text. You are Feliz Navidead to me.

… that the only thing that has been consistent this whole year is the “What the Fuck”

… that being able to respond to sarcasm within seconds of hearing a stupid question is actually a sign of a really healthy brain

… that I am at that delusional age where I think everyone my age looks way older than I do.

… that, at the work safety meeting today, no one liked when I was asked what steps I would take in the event of a fire and I replied, “Fucking big ones!:

… that all that’s left when I run out of fucks to give is fuckdust.

… that new people at work always feel the need to tell me that they “love my energy” and I always feel the need to reply, “Is that why you’re draining it?”

… that no one realizes that when they see me on the street, it’s AI.

… that since I don’t want to end this years on bad terms with anyone, go ahead and apologize to me now.

… that because my mother raised me with manners I always know which fork to use at a formal dinner, but because she also didn’t raise a fool, I what artery to stick it into  so you’ll bleed out in one minute.

Saturday, December 28, 2024

Why Is It ...

… that I feel the need to tell anyone that I offended this year that they need to work on themselves so I don’t have to repeat myself in 2025.

… that every time I complain about an escape room sucking, the nurses remind me that i'm in the psych ward.

… I feel the need to wear many hats at work … Chaos Coordinator, Mischief Manager and Supervisor of Shenanigans.

… that I realize not that I’ve reached that age where I appreciate a nice handrail.

… that I need y’all to know that if I die choking on a Gummy Bear please tell everyone I was killed by a bear and say no more.

… that when a neighbor says Hi to me I tell Carlos we need to move.

… that people look shocked when they ask me if I skateboard or snowboard and I tell them I charcuterie board.

… that my friends still don’t get it that you should never put me on speaker phone. EVER!

… that I keep looking for the Adult Elf on the Shelf that moves around the house at night mopping floors, doing laundry or taking out the trash.

… that before I Agree to 2025, I’d need to read the Terms and Conditions.