Seriously, I ring up produce all day long at Sprouts, and I swear, a five pound bag of whole carrots feels like it weighs 20 pounds. I was joking with cashiers and customers just before I got sent on my lunch. I asked aloud that very question and about three people laughed and totally agreed with me.
Anyhoo, I haven’t been here much. I have so many irons in the fire right now. Plus, I’m depressed. One source of that is this blogging platform. I tried to upgrade my plan to get more GB to add new photos. I went to the place to do that and WP asked, “Would you like to use a domain you already own? Enter it here.” I entered my domain name. The hilarious response in red letters was, “That domain name already exists.” There was no textbox to enter, “I know, you fucking moron, it’s mine,” so I had to settle for attempting to get help from the Support Team; they were not helpful.
So, this task keeps getting put on the back burner. I have a lot of things on the back burners, including a man. But, he’s hopeless. He’s a fantasy, which is fitting cause he’s a Pisces, the sign that rules fantasies. So, I settle for looking at some of the hot men who wander through Sprouts. Many of them have hot legs. Some of my co-workers agree. We are lecherous.
I’m at the end of my lunch. I wish I could show you a lunch photo, but WordPress won’t let me.
So, you’re stuck with this: