My laptop decides now is the perfect time to develop lots of issues since I’m suppose to graduate in SIX WEEKS.

I so want a ferret. And money. Lots of money.

Damn you peanut-butter M&M’s. You are my one true vice.

Especially when the Boyfriend won’t move them away from in front of me.

I seriously think that our Wii pities me.

During the Wii fitness I think it bends over backwards to give me the easy shots, saying to itself, “Oh shit, Anne is coming to play on me. I better switch to the easy settings so she does not hurt herself.” I get it Wii, I’m kind of Wii-tarded. I admit I have caused substantial damage upon myself in the simple act of playing. Why, the other day I thought it would be a good idea to have bare legs and play some Wii golf. Next thing I know my nails had torn the flesh upon the back of my thigh causing blood to gush forth. The Boyfriend, concerned in his own way, laughed his ass off and proceeded to tell all his friends about it. He did put a bandaid on me but he likes to give me wide birth now whenever I play.

But back to the pity at hand on part of the gaming system. The Boyfriend and I partake in the daily Wii Sports fitness challenge, curious day-by-day how old the Wii will state we are. Amusing as it is, I have noticed that there is a substantial difference in how the Wii reacts when the Boyfriend does it compared to me. When the Boyfriend is up the Wii goes all out, throwing tennis balls left and right with the occasional bowling ball for him to lob back; throwing the baseballs at 200mph+ expecting him to hit it out of the park; and having the pins for bowling be a mile or ten apart. For me the Wii reverts to toddler mode, putting the pins all by each other with arrows pointing at it; passing me slow shots in tennis; heck! even baseball they take pity on me which is odd considering I pegged the pitcher once.
So what’s the deal Wii? You’d think by making it easy for me I’d be Wii age of sixty or something but no. Somehow, someway, I am Wii fitness age of twenty-eight today.

I don’t need your pity Wii. Take me serious and treat me like an adult.

I’d tap that.

And by tap I mean beat.

And by beat I mean with a stick.

“I cut this person off that was being a jerk.”

“Nice. The other day I accidently cut someone off when merging into traffic. He flipped me off for a full minute. Must have really hurt his manhood.”

“All two inches of it.”

“Exactly.”

In a bid for better health and well-ness (considering we’re both genetically screwed with the cholesterol), the Boyfriend and I decided to start taking supplements and vitamin’s to help with our health. At the suggestion of my brother, Dr. M, he wrote down a list of some supplements which could act as a lipitor. Of course, the Boyfriend and I figure why go half-assed on this when we can go all out and take about a bazillion different supplements and vitamins a day. Why do only one since a bazillion would be THAT MUCH BETTER?!

Tonight as I was sorting through them, I commented to the Boyfriend that one of them last night made (okay, going into overshare) my pee bright yellow. Poking around, I turn to him in question.

Me: I don’t know which one of these did it, but one of these made my pee bright yellow last night.
Boyfriend: (pointing to a bright yellow pill that could choke a horse) That would be that one that did it.
Me: Ah. What exactly would that one be?
Boyfriend: The vitamin B.
Me: Which does what?
Boyfriend: (laughing) Makes your pee bright yellow of course!