I Wish Netflix Would Stop Fucking With Me

the other week i decided to not be such a piece of shit with netflix and stop giving them hundreds of my dollars for one movie that i would keep for like six months.

examples?
rock 'n rolla - which we never watched and have had since june
get him to the greek - which we had for seven months and watched religiously
underworld: revolution - which we have had since june but i ended up watching it on demand and then still kept the netflix movie for an additional three weeks.

but the fucking buck stops here.
that's what i've decided.

so i went on to re-familiarize myself with all things netflix dvd and 
instant streaming and got slapped in the face with this:

HOW IS THAT THE TOP TEN FOR SHANNON?

it's like that game on sesame street where you guess which one of these things is not like the other.
only it looks like i'm highly obsessed with all things wrestling and i'm trying to mix in some classy shit with 
the tudors and downton abbey.  
but i don't remember watching any of these.  
but there's also a high probability that i was drunk and decided to watch the john cena experiment.

but who are we kidding?
this has shitler written all over.
i just get confused when i see the top picks for me and they're all bullshit wrestling shows.
and it makes me second-guess what i think i like.
like "maybe i do like these shows?"
and second-guessing mainly because i was drunk.
or am drunk.
or will be getting drunk.

are you netflix obsessed?

any bad ass recommendations?

High Five 4 Friday

words can't describe how giddy i am that it's friday.
i mean seriously.
fucking finally.

so i'm linking up with lauren at from my desk to high five everyone in the world (that's a lie).



1. i made home-made pizza twice this week.  which is disastrous for my "diet."

don't judge me.

 2. these two dorks.  i see both daily and they love each other a lot.  like maybe i should be concerned.

georgia and shitler ya'll.

3. set some new alarms this week.  and if you're wondering - they haven't worked.

4. this guy.  and his "wanna bone" looks?  how can you even say no?

5. i ordered holiday cards this year because i won a bad ass giveaway from leah.  i'm going for the "super obnoxious" look with these cards.  so stay tuned.

Coffee Talk Installment 10

so it's thursday.  which means it's time for coffee talk.  which means it's time for natalie.
so answer nat's questions, grab the button, and link up.
do it because i told you to.



1. what is your worst habit?
oh god.  shitler would easily say my lack of follow-through.  
which is why he calls me a 3%'er (since i only do what i say i'm going to do 3% of the time).  
like i totally say that i'm going to do something and then just don't do it.
which extends to most everything i do.  chores.  laundry.  literally anything.

2. what is your biggest pet peeve?
people who groom themselves at work (i can hear you clipping your finger nails and it's fucking gross), whistling, spelling errors, having to pee, having to shower, general chores like laundry and cleaning, general stupidity, not having any pickles in the house, not being able to find any of the sixteen chap sticks i have, etc.
i feel like there's probably more.  oh, maybe a pet peeve could be knowing that you have more pet peeves but you just can't remember all the pet peeves at the moment that you really need to remember them?

3. what is annoying you right this very minute?
is it too general to say everything in the world?
actually - it would be this.

my dog is an asshole.

4. how do you relieve stress?

i hate to state the obvious.

duh.

5. what truly makes you happy?

ummm, can i just refer you to question four?  

but that's not limited to just boxed wine.  vodka also makes me happy.

also the internet.  that makes me happy.  because it contains pictures like this:

via cslacker

shitler is also pretty entertaining.  so that makes me happy.  and the couch makes me happy.  and not wearing pants.  and my dogs when they're not assholes.  and funny socks.

so i guess a lot makes me happy.

it's tricky

sorry i'm not sorry if i've already showed you this video 8,000 times.
but you're welcome because it's hilarious.

so crank the volume (seriously) and watch this on a loop.

i want a mulligan

remember that book alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day?

this one?

i wouldn't mind getting my hands on the book and photo shopping my face onto alexander's because it practically sums up my entire day so far and it's only half over.

like this:

what kind of day you ask?

it's a day filled with double the work and therefore triple the bullshit.  

like mainly other's people bullshit.  

and then you find yourself frantically trying to look in the mirror or check into various outlets that would have led people to believe that you give even a slight fuck.

but you don't see anything unusual and there isn't a "kick me" sign on your back.  

and you still don't give any fucks.

so you're confused.

and now you're angry.

because you don't care and people seem to think you do.  

and all you want to do is go home and surgically adhere yourself to the couch.

but then you look at the clock and realize the day is only half over.

and your phone is still ringing.

and the the death glares you're shooting at it aren't very effective.

and the mountain of work sitting on your desk hasn't magically shrunk.

and you're just day-dreaming of 4PM when your day will be over.

and then you remember that you've made a pact with yourself to go the gym like every, single day.

but going to the gym means being even angrier when you're on the elliptical next to the girl that did her makeup and dressed up to work out.

and then you catch yourself admiring her outfit.

and then you get even angrier when you realize that she has a fancy gym outfit.

and then you realize that your socks don't match.

which, in turn, reminds you of all the laundry that you haven't done.

but then the reminder of all the laundry reminds you of being at home which then makes you think about the couch.  that you're not on.

because you're still at work.

and still annoyed.

and still having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Weekend Recap - In Which Everything Kicked My Ass

so there it is.

vodka, $8 worth of hangover fluids, baby b, canine nonsense, shitler in waders, and leaves.

my weekend in a nutshell.

how was yours?