Where Snark Rules
It’s really fucking difficult to be on the phone making an appointment, while fielding IM’s from JB about whether or not I have the wrong bra size (which, for the record, I do), while trying to watch Oprah to figure out how to get my best bra and jean size, while looking at Nordstrom to make an appointment with a bra specialist, while looking at the jeans on Nordstrom, while fielding phone calls from my mother about going home for Happy Stuffing Day (fuck the turkey I want the stuffing), while dealing with a mentally deficient woman on the other end of the phone who thinks I’m speaking too fast, while fielding a phone call from the woman I’m supposed to baby-sit for tomorrow night, while attempting to figure out whether or not it would be beneficial to my dear readers to read about my lack of multitasking talents.
Now, back to your regularly scheduled blog reading…
It would be one thing if I were having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, but I’m not. Nevertheless I feel like being a bitch. I pulled a “drive by” comment today, just because I could and I felt like being mean. What the fuck is up with that? I feel like writing so much but I can’t. I feel like I might have a fucking seizure if these damn fire alarm lights don’t stop. I wish there was something I could put my finger on. Something to hold and say “Look! You see this? It’s pissing me off. Now take it away.” But alas not. There’s something hurting me, but I don’t know what it is or where it’s come from. General stress perhaps? But there’s nothing to be stressed about. Everything is just going smoothly, but then again, I always want more. I’m not going to play “This is the End” and try to convince people to beg me to write something, because this was never about other people. It’s always been about me-Where Narcissism Rules. It’s strange, I know what I want but I can’t get to it fast enough. But right now I have what I wanted before, but on to the next step. Let’s fast forward shall we? It’s always been ‘well? What now?’ And now it’s ‘well? When can I have it?’ Something good is going to come, I can feel that through the craptastic crap (which isn’t really) of my life right now. It’s like knowing that Christmas is going to be here soon, but it doesn’t come fast enough. I’ll just sit and be snarky for the rest of the day, because it’s comforting to know that tomorrow will be a new one. It’s times like this where not just snark rules, but boredom* rules the roost. I’m tempted to change my hair or get another tattoo or piercing.
edit to add: as I write this, my coworkers are doing a motherfucking Operetta. I write this not for you all, but for me to remember this and use as blackmail on them later.
*where are my blog recommendations people? I know you don’t want me to find new blogs to read, but I must, it’s inevitable. We all knew this day would come. And I feel compelled to share the Heather B. love. And no I’m not bored with you all, but there has to be a blog or two or 20,000 that I’ve never read.