How did I almost forget about Shamrock shakes until now? You gross, green,what the fuck flavor are you supposed to be, indicators of springtime. Just going to McDonalds to get one gives me a stomach ache.
Maybe I forgot about them because I’m trying to eat less sugar. I’m doing a pretty sucky job of it at night but I’m good at work during my prime candy eating hours. Even with those tricky Girl Scouts pawning their delicious wares in my building. I haven’t had red meat in a while and I’m eating more overall healthy food. Can you tell someone else is cooking for me? :)
I’ve applied to some new jobs. It’s really nice actually having a job so I can be picky about where I apply to. If something is too far away or primarily involves small kids, I don’t bother. But I have been Google mapping suburban jobs to see if they are public trans accessible instead of looking past everything that doesn’t say Chicago. I will not apply for any job that requires driving. Commuting sucks and I don’t trust my car since my check engine light is on again. I’m convinced when I have it paid off in a few months it will spontaneously combust.
I will be at the South Side Irish parade this Sunday. If anyone else is going, let me know. We can ride the Western bus together. My coworkers want me to take a drunk bus from some bar out there but they had to pick the one that leaves at 9am. The parade doesn’t start until noon. I don’t think so. Anyway, I’m not a frat boy, I can’t drink at 9am. And the more they bug me daily about going on the damn bus, the less I want to go on their damn bus. I guess they’re used to people that cave under cajoling of friends. I’m more the type to just not show up if you bug me too much.
kiss o the blarney to ya!