I'm FOUL today, just plain FOUL. I pity all who must interface with me.
I hate every person on this stinking rock in space. I'm OVER people. Everybody.
I'm over my back hurting (this will be 3 weeks running).
I'm over feeling like SHIT from the time I wake up until the time I fall asleep.
I'm over my fat ass that's totally immune to diet/exercise. Why can others do 30 mins of exercise a day and lose 30#, but I can do it and lose only 5? That SUCKS. How many goddam salads can one eat and still be fat? Gods dammit!!!
I'm over asshole people who don't appreciate me.
I hate my jobs.
I'm bored.
I'm sick of helping people out only to have my time wasted because they don't give a shit about whatever it was they asked me to do in the first place. Here's a hint: DON'T ASK ME TO DO YOUR BULLSHIT. MY TIME COUNTS, TOO, YOU KNOW. Assholes.
I hate that Dave is now an invalid and I will have to devote much of my time to taking care of him. It's not something I particularly want to do, yet I would never NOT do it. It's a strain that I really don't need now.
I'm tired of having no voice in anything I do. I just do tasks, but I don't create. It sucks.
I detest this nasty ass town and I want to move.
I'm in a rut emotionally, sexually, intellectually, physically. In every way.
AND PEOPLE WHO CALL MY FUCKING CELL PHONE B/C THEY CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHICH NUMBER IS WHICH!!!! ARGH!! 404=HOME 678=CELL, which COSTS ME MONEY. GAH! WHAT is SO fucking hard to understand??!! I have sense enough to avoid paying cell contracts, hence my cell bill is about $10/mo - even with all the bullshit calls that I have to deal with due to the above conditions. GRRR.
I have on my two flip off Foamy shirt today. It barely scratches the surface of my loathing.
If you don't need to call me or anything, I'd strongly suggest NOT until I'm over this little episode of Fear and Loathing: Summer Edition. If you do, don't say I didn't warn you.
mmmmmeeROW!! Pffft! Pfffft! Kitty SCRATCH.
Posted by Misangela at July 25, 2006 12:06 PM | TrackBacksorry to hear it's not going so well. call me when you feel a rant would do you some good. i got nothing but time. (and no gas, cash or grass *snicker*)
Posted by: caroline at July 25, 2006 02:42 PM