Nineteen Words

Monday.

The fact that I have coffee and the most awesome rainbow rocker domo tshirt in the world doesn’t balance out the fact that I’m moderately queasy and an asshole. Oh and there’s something wrong with my phone. Perfect.

I would write about why I’m such asshole, but that one’s not really for the eyes of the general public. Protecting the innocent and all that shit. Let’s just say irony is a ridiculous bitch and I think I’m going to have to stop being friends with her. Or me. Or something. Yeah.

Let’s change the subject, shall we?

Facebook: People I went to high school with are coming out of the woodwork over there. On the off chance that some of you wander over here, hello. Also, I am not a lesbian. I just like to act stupid on the internet. And it’s funny if you’re in on the joke. Which, I can see you’re not, so…sorry, that’s actually kind of awkward, isn’t it? The entire point of this paragraph is moot as no one has been curious enough to click the link, anyway.

And on that note, I believe it’s time to wrap up this disjointed mess of a post and drink more coffee.

Half of this is wrapped up in the fridge.

Lunch time. It’s quiet except for the Maroon 5 playing through my speakers and the weed eater outside the door. I was right about this being a bad week.

It seems like half my life has been getting through some crap so things can get better. Well, that’s great, except I don’t ever get to the “better” part. It’s more like getting through this crap leads to that crap and so on and so forth. I’m tired. I consider myself a very resilient person, but, you know, damn.

The part that makes me feel bad for whining about it is that’s its really nothing dramatic. I mean, nobody’s dying or addicted or abusive or traumatized. It’s just normal life bullshit - money, sex, differing opinions, raising kids, etc. Everyone deals with this kind of thing. I know this. But, if I’m being honest, I don’t give a fuck that other people have gone through it. They’re not me. So, yes, I’m selfish. And there’s a reason this is filed in the “whiny bitch” category.

Ok, let’s drag this one up out of the pit a little:

5 Things That Make Me Smile Today

1. Easter domo-kun sitting on my desk
2. A large unsweetened tea from chick-fil-a
3. No more menus until August
4. Wild Honeysuckle hand cream
5. Old school Beastie Boys on my ipod

I overslept. I hate when I do that. I made it work on time by sacrificing decent hair.

I had to drive Ryan this morning because he was carrying all his books. It’s the last week of school. I was in a hurry, so I didn’t really pay attention to what he was wearing until I was turning in to get coffee. Why is it 13 year old boys have such an aversion to clean? I mean, really? He looked like a homeless person. I’m going to have to go through his closet this week and toss out all the ripped up, stained up jeans. It’s ridiculous.

We might be moving this summer. Still here in town, but to another house. I’m not sure how I feel about that. It’s not like I’m super attached to our house now. It needs so much work. But…yeah. I don’t know. Like all things in life, it’s complicated.

I have a feeling its going to be a bad week. At least I’ll be busy, which will keep my mind occupied. Grace in small things and all that shit.

Curves to cross proccessed, gradient map.

Hrm…maybe a beer. Set a good example and all that.

It’s really the only guaranteed way to get a return on your investment.