Sunny Skies. Shady People.

Had our first kickball practice today. Only 7 people showed up....6 were from my office (including me). Sometimes I wish that I had never mentioned kickball to them because they keep bugging me about it like I'm the fucking kickball comissioner or some shit. The call me to ask me about the schedule, to ask me when the practice is, to ask what our team color is. And if I happen to say I don't know, they're all like "why don't you know aren't you the kickball girl?" No. I just enjoy playing and thought y'all would too. If I knew you were going to be a pain in my motherfucking ass, I would have never said anything.

You know, the people in my office are cool. If they weren't, I wouldn't hang out with them after work. But I don't think that some of them get that we don't need to hang out 7 days a week. 40 hours plus some Friday happy hours a week is quite enough. I do have a life, albeit a slow one, outside of work. Sad to say, a couple of them don't. Not to mention that I do have people problems...as in I tend not to like most people. And in the rare occasion that I do like someone, usually spending too much time with them ends up being more harmful than anything else.

Besides all this ranting, the practice was good and needed. Although, one thing that pissed me off was that CG kept saying things like, "I didn't know we actually had to do stuff" or "This is actually exercise". I kept having to remind her that it actually is a sport where you get winded and sore and sometimes hurt. I don't take kickball seriously at all, but I do do it because it is fun and somewhat of a workout. I don't even care if we win when we play, as long as people actually try and have fun with it. I chuckle to myself cause I know when she wakes up tomorrow her muscles are going to be beyond sore especially since the only exercise she does is eating.

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Currently watching the Grammy's. I was pleasantly surprised to get Prince and the Tyme within the first 20 minutes. It would have been heaven if only Prince had performed as well instead of just presenting. If you didn't know, he is my musical idol. I would have a heart attack if I ever met him, and I'm not one to get starstruck.

All those guys, including Prince, still look so young. I wonder if they go under the knife. Anyway, the guys from The Tyme sounded awesome. I was kinda hoping that their special guest would be Janet Jackson (Jimmy Jam and Terri Lewis who wrote all her early hits are original members). Instead we got frickin Rhianna with that damn Umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh song. AGAIN. If I hear that song one more time in my lifetime, I might have to shove an umbrella into my brain, eh, eh, eh. Hate. (Although I must admit that it is a very catch song and sometimes I catch myself humming it and must remind myself of the hate).

I was hoping for a nice, slow and easy Monday off for tomorrow, but I have so much shit to do. I have a dentist appoinment, then I need to pick up my glasses, then I have to get frames for my new posters, as well as a new mop as I just realized that my current one is falling apart. And I know that I'm forgetting something else.

At least next weekend is a four day one. I might end up going to the Bahamas for the day on Saturday. My friend V invited me and I'm seriously considering it. I've just been itching to get out of town. Sometimes, I just want to jump in the car and drive down to the Keys, but I'm definitely not the type of person to just travel by myself. Although I like being alone for the most part, I enjoy traveling with people, as long as I get at least an hour or so of alone time.

I'm looking forward to the time off. Not that I'm stressed at work or anything, but I just like the idea of having a few days where I don't have to do anything. A weekend doesn't really count because you need to use it to do all the things you didn't have time for during the week. And most times, one of those weekend days is wasted nursing a hangover.

Very interesting Grammy's this year. Why is everyone so jazzed about this Amy Winehouse performance via satellite? Will she be singing "they tried to make me go to rehab" from an actual rehab facility? That chick looks like the walking dead all. the. time. It's really scary. Crack is whack, kids. Crack. Is. Whack.