Friday, July 07, 2006
Rare form
I am in rare form these days.
I am on a moral ass hole ripping kind of tear. SOOOOOOOO if you have ever done something I find to be unjust, watch out. These are your days to hear about it.
Case and point: I shall give you two opposite ends of the spectrum.
The Big Deal: Miss 'Here's a bible, go find yourself and your failing marriage (which had no redeeming qualities to it) in these pages' has found herself in quite the predicament. Her fiancee ended things with her. She is hoping for a reproposal. Fat chance because, well... He's gay. Now, lets all go ahead and congratulate me, because I didn't tell her he was gay. I merely told her that she should stop standing on a proverbial iceberg when global warming is clearly taking place. I also laughed profusely when one of her roommates gave her the god schpeel and told her to find her relationship at church and she became offended. Further more, I thouroughly enjoyed the part when she said 'I only tell you things when I want to be judged. You are so judgemental.' Hello pot? This is kettle, you are black. So sorry, but it is common knowledge that I call a spade when I see a spade. It is also no family secret that I speak my mind. I have gotten so much better, but seriously, who would I be if I wasn't the one who gave opinions? I would have NOTHING to write about.
The Not-so-big deal:
I went apeshit this morning over hair ties. Yes. Hair ties. My brand new package of hair ties had been secretly and stealthily removed from the location at the 'exclusive companions' that I had placed them in. They were placed in a bag to be shipped off to my real homeland that was not in my posession at the current moment. And damnit, I needed hair ties. HAIR TIES! The hair tie monster invaded my body, as did irrational girl. Things were whirling about my head, things that made NO sense. Things like 'Why did the hair ties have to be moved? Why was it such an inconvenience to have them there? Why is there no room in his life for my hairties, but there is room for pictures of the exgirlfriend? What the hell is wrong with me? What the fuck? Why can't my hairties be there? DAMNIT!!!! I NEED A HAIRTIE! HAIRTIEHAIRTIEHAIRTIE.... HAIRTIE!!!!!!!!!!! It was, seriously, like I was feinding for heroine in a very femi-nazi state. Don't worry. I kept my cool. But lets not pretend that there wasn't a mini fit thrown about my lack of hairtie. And yes, I know that there are hairties for purchase at every pharmacy and grocery store. But I wanted, I needed, my hairties.
So, needless to say, I am super super fun these days. Maybe I should ingest a bottle of Tylenol PM and begin blogging when the catatonic state has passed. ¶ 6:35 PM
I am on a moral ass hole ripping kind of tear. SOOOOOOOO if you have ever done something I find to be unjust, watch out. These are your days to hear about it.
Case and point: I shall give you two opposite ends of the spectrum.
The Big Deal: Miss 'Here's a bible, go find yourself and your failing marriage (which had no redeeming qualities to it) in these pages' has found herself in quite the predicament. Her fiancee ended things with her. She is hoping for a reproposal. Fat chance because, well... He's gay. Now, lets all go ahead and congratulate me, because I didn't tell her he was gay. I merely told her that she should stop standing on a proverbial iceberg when global warming is clearly taking place. I also laughed profusely when one of her roommates gave her the god schpeel and told her to find her relationship at church and she became offended. Further more, I thouroughly enjoyed the part when she said 'I only tell you things when I want to be judged. You are so judgemental.' Hello pot? This is kettle, you are black. So sorry, but it is common knowledge that I call a spade when I see a spade. It is also no family secret that I speak my mind. I have gotten so much better, but seriously, who would I be if I wasn't the one who gave opinions? I would have NOTHING to write about.
The Not-so-big deal:
I went apeshit this morning over hair ties. Yes. Hair ties. My brand new package of hair ties had been secretly and stealthily removed from the location at the 'exclusive companions' that I had placed them in. They were placed in a bag to be shipped off to my real homeland that was not in my posession at the current moment. And damnit, I needed hair ties. HAIR TIES! The hair tie monster invaded my body, as did irrational girl. Things were whirling about my head, things that made NO sense. Things like 'Why did the hair ties have to be moved? Why was it such an inconvenience to have them there? Why is there no room in his life for my hairties, but there is room for pictures of the exgirlfriend? What the hell is wrong with me? What the fuck? Why can't my hairties be there? DAMNIT!!!! I NEED A HAIRTIE! HAIRTIEHAIRTIEHAIRTIE.... HAIRTIE!!!!!!!!!!! It was, seriously, like I was feinding for heroine in a very femi-nazi state. Don't worry. I kept my cool. But lets not pretend that there wasn't a mini fit thrown about my lack of hairtie. And yes, I know that there are hairties for purchase at every pharmacy and grocery store. But I wanted, I needed, my hairties.
So, needless to say, I am super super fun these days. Maybe I should ingest a bottle of Tylenol PM and begin blogging when the catatonic state has passed. ¶ 6:35 PM
