Why I'm Not Blogging Lately
Because here's the type of stuff I have to say:
Shit. I bought the wrong proportions of meat and pasta and now this meal isn't balanced. Guess who's going to the store tomorrow to buy more meat? To eat with shitty leftover already-cooked pasta. Fuck it, I'll just throw out the extra pasta - that would be a really terrible meal. Shit, I can't bring myself to waste food. It won't be that bad.
I'm in one of those super-negative moods. My negative moods are not the type that have me yelling at everyone around me. The negative moods I get turn inwards, and when I don't understand something at work, I want to cry and am convinced this job is way too hard and I'm going to get fired. I try to figure out the least stupid-looking way of going over what I'm supposed to do before approaching Gay Crush. Only to find out he forgot that he made all the changes and I don't have to do what he initially asked me to do and that's why it made no sense to me. So I don't have to prepare to get fired after all.
I am somehow accidentally Facebook friends with somebody who it seems, is unaware that I am amused by people tripping or falling. Not sure how this happened. In case you think it's cruel of me, you'll be pleased to know that schadenfreude is alive and kicking. Today when I was going into a store, the door was much heavier than I anticipated and it dropped on me. It hit me in the stomach - you know that bar across the door that you sometimes have to press to push open a door - the edge of that slammed into the side of my stomach, and it hurt so badly I wondered if I was bleeding. Turns out I wasn't, but I look forward to the beautiful bruise sure to arrive by Thursday.
And that's all I've got right now.
Shit. I bought the wrong proportions of meat and pasta and now this meal isn't balanced. Guess who's going to the store tomorrow to buy more meat? To eat with shitty leftover already-cooked pasta. Fuck it, I'll just throw out the extra pasta - that would be a really terrible meal. Shit, I can't bring myself to waste food. It won't be that bad.
I'm in one of those super-negative moods. My negative moods are not the type that have me yelling at everyone around me. The negative moods I get turn inwards, and when I don't understand something at work, I want to cry and am convinced this job is way too hard and I'm going to get fired. I try to figure out the least stupid-looking way of going over what I'm supposed to do before approaching Gay Crush. Only to find out he forgot that he made all the changes and I don't have to do what he initially asked me to do and that's why it made no sense to me. So I don't have to prepare to get fired after all.
I am somehow accidentally Facebook friends with somebody who it seems, is unaware that I am amused by people tripping or falling. Not sure how this happened. In case you think it's cruel of me, you'll be pleased to know that schadenfreude is alive and kicking. Today when I was going into a store, the door was much heavier than I anticipated and it dropped on me. It hit me in the stomach - you know that bar across the door that you sometimes have to press to push open a door - the edge of that slammed into the side of my stomach, and it hurt so badly I wondered if I was bleeding. Turns out I wasn't, but I look forward to the beautiful bruise sure to arrive by Thursday.
And that's all I've got right now.
posted by Green at 5/22/2013 09:10:00 PM
2 Comments:
Not even kidding, I was just wondering how things were going with you yesterday morning. I kind of miss the crazy stories, but can't say I'm not happy you don't have any right now.
And there may be something in the atmosphere. I've been in a terrible down cycle and nobody seems to think the nasty things that have been coming out of my mouth are at all inappropriate.
Heh. The word verification is Repentance.
Spritz the pasta with water and throw it in the microwave for two and a half minutes at medium heat.
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