8 damn years

Today marks EIGHT fucking years of living in this apt. WHY, Lord, WHY?! Well, it's clear why...$$$. I could have had a breakdown today over this anniversary, but instead, I threw myself into continuing what i've BEEN doin in '06...organizing my life, workin out, and cleaning random parts of my apt. that don't appear to have been cleaned IN the eight years. Today's winner...the slab of granite or whatever the hell it is that is at the entrance to the bathroom. Lord knows Dipshit would never clean it. See, when I take a shit, I just sit there observing the filth around me. I'm not sure what passes through Dipshit's mind, but it ain't to clean something. But who cares. Bottom line...today was another good, productive day. I look forward to all that February brings. But can I PLEASE not celebrate a 9th year here?

So I read last week that a Weather Channel forecaster broad was fired for being too old like 3 years ago and a memo has circulated stating for all the On Air Talent to freshen up their looks. Very amusing when TWC now gets a sleazy spread in the Post. Hey, it's been my fave station for 15 years...about time America caught on. But it's funny that I read this, because more and more, Hilary Andrews looks like some frisky cumwhore who just got done having her cunt pummeled by Warren Madden before rushing into her midnight-3am anchor chair. Her blouse consistently has the top few buttons open, her lips appear blowjob-ready, her gaze often lingers far too long on male co-anchors, and her hair is increasingly way out of place. Oh, and she's from north Jersey, which automatically ups the Loose Slut potential. All that said, i've slowly developed a warm spot for her. Where that spot is depends on the day. But I feel protective of her. I feel like the other ladies of TWC must hate her. Oh, the drama.

Ok, I need to go to bed. It's far too late, and I don't think I should have had this Triscuits and hot cocoa mix so late...