This is Julie Bauer from PaleomG and you O. M. G. uncensored. I am riding solo today. Me and my dog. So of course he always

barks every five seconds at, you know, like a, I don't know what I'm trying to say, a tumbleweed. We don't have tumbleweeds. But if a tumbleweed came through, he cheers fuck bark. I'm really

pumped because I put some my old dining chairs out for free outside and I was like

what if nobody picks them up that's just going to be like just embarrassing because our street isn't like a main street people drive by and I was hoping someone would pick him up and they did. I'm so pumped.

Got rid of some sketchy chairs and gave him to someone else. Okay?

Maybe they'll have better luck with them than I did.

It's like I hate, isn't it, how annoying is it that you kind of have to pay good money for like things you sit on things you sit your

ass on every single day like chairs you got damn couch if you skimp on that

shit it goes to hell really fast and then you have to get something new.

So what's the point in that?

But at the same time, your style changes, your taste changes. So then should you just go cheap because in three years

you're going to want something new? You know what I mean? It's hard. It's hard and I got new chairs and I'm going to tell you it's in my favorites today. So I'm going to tell you about that in a little while, but I'm very

pumped about them because they feel like they won't break underneath you since four of

my old chairs broke. Stupid. stupid. It's just stupid. So how you been this week? I've been over here just

I've been over here just working away absolutely hating this week. 100% dislike. I don't know what

it was. I haven't been sleeping well and like a post was supposed to go up with a

company and it hadn't gotten approved and so then the post couldn't go live and

I had to scramble to get something else up and I'm a person who I just stick with

my plan so my post goes up between six and seven a.m. every day and when it doesn't I stress out

which is it makes no sense I can make up whatever fucking rules it's my website I

could post once a week if I fucking wanted to, but for some reason I

expect myself to post from 6 to 7 a.m. every day, pretty much every day,

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