Confessions of A Naughty Girl

Some fireworks, a spark plug, a butt plug, and have my post titles really come to this?

Lookee here. It's 11 pm and I just got home from work 2 hours ago - long enough to heat up a Lean Cuisine Sesame Chicken (delicious for anyone living an "on-the-go" lifestyle, as I do), catch up on some phone calls, finish a memo that is due first thing tomorrow morning, and sit down to write. Good times.

This is day #18 in a row of getting home from work after 8 pm, but I am not worried. I am not worried because after I make the huge presentation on Thursday, I will have a life again. I will have a life because after spending 4 billable hours writing the Powerpoint deck, 2 hours perfecting my public speaking skills, 12 hours making follow-up phone calls for the RSVP list, 1 hour at Office Depot buying nametags, and 17 hours shitting my pants with fear that I will choke, one of two things will happen on Thursday: I will get sacked for presenting so poorly, or I will triumph and celebrate a fantastic, stress-free weekend, knowing that the burden is finally off my shoulders. I will be singing, "Happy 4th of July! Where are my fireworks, bitch?" just like Rick James.

And this weekend, in case anyone is wondering, I will be spending what may be my last weekend ever in my childhood home of 15 years. Oh yes, it's back to Ohio for some quality time with the family and friends. (Although don't tell my dad - it's a surprise visit for his birthday last weekend.) I am SO looking forward to a nice little vacation, because for as much as I love Atlanta, I am sick of being here right now. I've been here for three months straight, and a change of scenery (other than the Napoleon Dynamite poster in my cube and assorted Post-It love notes from Humpy, Jeff, and Matt on my bulletin board) will be welcome. Also, this upcoming holiday weekend is momentous because Tuesday marks my first day off since I started my new job. Woo hoo! Days off? I forgot what those feel like.

So yes, this weekend, I am looking forward to the fireworks and time with my family. I am also looking forward to spending some time with my little Ohio spark plug, Sandy. I miss Sandy like the dickens, and think that spending some quality holiday time with her will be beneficial to both of our wellbeings. Well, that, and the copious amounts of alcohol we are bound to consume in the Valley/Downtown. Well, that, and the inevitable drama that will ensue by virtue of us hanging out together again after three months of inactivity. There is always something interesting bound to arise when we're out on the town...

Now that we've covered fireworks and a spark plug, let's discuss the next thing on the agenda: butt plugs. I think it's fair to say that they're disgusting.

And finally, have my blog post titles really come to this? Yes they have. Cut me some slack - I've spent 13 hours in front of a computer today. My little bit of amusement at seeing the word "butt plug" in a blog post is almost too much for me to handle. But it's keeping me awake, and writing. I'll go with it.

posted by KA @ 9:55 PM