I was tucked up in my bed with reruns of The Office playing me to sleep. I was tired. I was dozing off. And then I remembered something that happened at work this morning. Something small and meaningless.
It sent me down an angry, panicky path and now I’m shaking and upset and I can’t sleep, so I’m updating this blog and listening to Transatlanticism. I feel like I’m going to throw up my dinner. My head hurts. I’m hot and cold. I just want….I don’t know what I want.
What’s wrong with you? Just tell me. You never talk to me. It hurts when you don’t talk to me.
But I don’t know what’s wrong. And I don’t know how to explain what’s in my head and I don’t even know if it’s something that’s wrong or it’s something that’s right and I’m just confused about it.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
So this is the new year.
WOW WHAT A WEEK FOR DOUCHEBAGS.
Okay, so first things first, work is pretty awesome and I enjoy being employed LIKE A BOSS. My coworkers are nice and fun to work with and we get shit done while still being awesome. I am terrified of the day when I am shoved into the swimming pool and forced to sink or swim, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.
Other than that though, holy balls. People were supremely douchey this week. First there is Little Girl, who I have written off as a person I ever want to have anything to do with again. I can take or leave Little Girl, but she is kind of involved in The BFF’s life, so while I can be flip and give zero fucks about her, I still need to be supportive of The BFF. And then there is this other person, who I will not mention by name or otherwise right now, but ugh. If you read my blog, just…ugh. Go away. I don’t want your traffic here.
Now. I NEED TO GET MY ASS IN BED. Well. It’s already IN bed but it needs to get to sleep. Also: can we take a moment to observe the awesometasticness of Wisconsin, Libya, and Bahrain (not to mention all of the other countries fighting to have their voices heard)? Because damn, y’all. YOU ARE GETTING SHIT DONE.
Twelve found an unopened bottle of two buck Chuck in the cupboard, so I have had some wine and I feel SO NICE YOU HAVE NO IDEA. I mean, my fingers are tingly and everything. Don’t judge, I HAD A BAD DAY.
And now my friend is all I WILL PAY FOR YOUR TRIP TO PORTLAND IF YOU COME SEE HOWIE DAY WITH ME and I can’t go because I’m waiting to hear about some jobs and I need to be available immediately.
If you’re reading this, pretty please announce some shows in northern California so I can see you again. It has been almost a year and that is not acceptable.
you have no idea how hard it is to type this post and put all the letters in the right plaaaace