I’m irritated today, and so I feel like complaining, even though I don’t have much to complain about. Maybe I’ll just cuss more. That usually makes me feel better.
There seems to be a surge in spam, both in my inbox and diverted to my bulk mail folder.
It’s official. I’m now hooked on 24.
It really burns my ass that half the tv news teasers today run along the lines of, “Jennifer Granholm has just become the first woman governor in the history of Michigan. Tune in tonight to see how she’s gonna balance her new title with her family life.” Like they would be saying that if she were a man. And like it’s gonna be any different from when she was the state Attorney General.
I’m on a mission to be a better person. Sort of. Maybe just for today. Baby steps. I want to complain about someone who is annoying me to someone else who also knows the annoyer, but it really is kind of petty and I generally like the annoyer, so I’m keeping my damn mouth shut. For now. Until she this person annoys me again.
I burned my arm nice and good the other day, trying to put a damn pie in the oven. Now it’s starting to itch like a mother. I absentmindedly scratched it the other day and half ripped it open. You know how you get that delayed onset of pain, like when you stub your toe really hard? There’s that moment where you think, “this is really gonna hurt, any minute now.” Yeah, I had that.
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. Other people’s children are the best form of birth control. My mom’s been under the weather so I’ve been watching the kids today and I swear I want to kill two of them and shake two of them, leaving one which I would actually hug.
Why do we find it entertaining to watch men “swap roles” with their wives and show their ineptitude in a grocery store or kitchen?
Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Fuck you, you fucking fuck. I feel a little better.
