Lauren is a stress bubble and other news.
People deal with stress in a variety of ways.
There are people that talk about it. Go on horrific rants about how that kick ass job they had last week hasn’t called them back. How their office is a horrible, horrible place. How the past week’s weather fits of snow and ice are a depressing reminder that they’re still on a mountain. Or how their boyfriend’s cat has developed a pee-on-their-stuff habit.
But I’m more of a bottler.
A bottle-it-in-explode-on-a-random-Tuesday kind of girl.
That’s why I’ve been MIA.
Because I’m a stress bubble.
Don’t get me wrong. I had my celebratory Papi shot. But it’s hard for me to truly get giggly until this Tek situation is sorted.
So many haters, Soxies. SO MANY HATERS.
And Albert Pujols is over-rated.
It’s been a relatively fun week. I mean, Bobby V returning to his media-whore ways and calling out the Yankees. I mean, sure, relevant, much? But at least it distracted them away from Soxsplosion for ten seconds.
But honestly, I’m a stress bubble of the worst variety right now. The worst variety. So. If you want to hire me as your communications director, media relations expert, reporter, editor, Heidi Watney, etc, shoot me an e-mail. Because that would really help alleviate my stress bubble.
So. Um. How do you clean up cat pee?
This is why I don’t have cats.
This is the monster:
So. Um. Got any good knock knock jokes?