a recap of boring things.

do you ever look at your pictures from the weekend and go "uhhh, that was it?"  
and then maybe get embarrassed because like all the photos are of food and dogs?  
and you swear to people that you're not pathetic but your photos certainly illustrate otherwise. 
well that was exactly the weekend.
shitler and i went on a date on saturday.  and by date i mean we went to the bar and ordered delicious food that probably isn't diet friend (like an alligator po boy) and then i worked and then i brought home $40 worth of sushi because that's the appropriate way to spend half of the tips you just made.  and then somewhere along the way i took like a thousand pictures of the mange hounds.  and then laughed my way through the grammys.  mainly because shitler accidentally got drunk and that's always entertaining.

the rest of the week doesn't look all that promising.
i should really do that thing where i start eating better and not being a fatass because now that the wedding date is booked it's like actually happening.  
but i'm also working like sixty hours this week.  fuck you very much valentine's day.

but how was your weekend?

how's the week look?