Day off number 1

So far so good. I didn't sleep until 1, great success. I ran some errands, also great success and I've pretty much just enjoyed having the house to myself and having it be quiet, sort of. I know that today is Wednesday because, well, I own a calendar. Wednesday means that my new favorite person has put out a new video. Said person being, Jenna Marbles. If you haven't youtubed this chick. Do it. Personally, she reminds me of myself and my friends. She makes people smile, like rainbows, unicorns and skittles do. It's great. Today her new video was a hilarious take on petnames. I know people use them all the time and more power to ya if you do. Personally, I'm not really a fan. I'd rather listen to my boss sing than hear and say that stuff. And trust me, if you've never heard the voice on this guy...Imagine a mixture of dogs howling, nails on a chalkboard, and whatever else you can think of that sucks because that's pretty much the equivalent to his singing ability. I don't think I have ever once in my life called anyone honey, sweetie, sweetheart, baby, etc. It's just not my gig. We were all given actual names and I can promise you that it doesn't say babycakes on my birth certificate. When people are constantly saying baby back and forth to each other, do me a favor, go play in traffic or on a Tarmac. I understand saying it every now and then, it can be somewhat sweet, but when you refer to your significant other constantly by some lame petname, don't mind me if I start dry-heaving in your face. It's probably just the overwhelming stench of shut the hell up that's hitting me in the gag reflex. I'm not hating on the happiness of your relationship, I'm hating on the lack of creativity to come up with something better to call them. Like Jenna says in her video, pick an adjective, a delicious food and an animal. Put the three together and that can be the new petname. Example, sexy skittle monkey. Boom, instant greatness.  Not to mention, original.
That's pretty much all I've got for today. I'm sure sooner or later it will be time to feed a certain someone for his birthday and I might have more stuff to write because we all know going out in public can inspire some divine ideas given the people in this area. With that being said, couples who go out to eat. If you hold hands across the table, I'm almost betting that you're in lust, not love and you both might be psycho and possessive. Of course this doesn't describe everyone, just probably the majority. Rule number 2 for dining out as an item. Don't sit beside each other in the booth. What the hell. You can molest each other when you get home. Sit across from one another like normal people. I actually just realized the can of worms that I opened for myself on this and I don't want to turn this into a 500,000 word blog, so, I digress for now. Hopefully after a delicious dinner and not using the names sweetcheeks, dollface, angel or anything else vomit inducing, I might be back with more stuff for you peeps. Word to your mother.