Tuesday, November 2, 2010

up yours, stop your whine, feelin' swell, i'm doing fine. . .

Hello my fellow blog readers! All one of you!

Now I know I never write a blog unless I’ve been to a concert, am drunk or have something to rant about. . .that hasn’t changed.


I have felt so shitty these past few days and I am in no way asking for sympathy, I’m just asking for a little acknowledgement. When I’m in pain or depressed or just wanna sit alone in my room and cry, I don’t want you to beat down my door and ask me about my feelings. I just want you to acknowledge that I’m in a shitty/depressed/my back/leg hurts so bad I just wanna die kinda mood. That’s all. A nod of the head, a twinkle in your eye, the middle finger in my face, it all counts. . .then leave me alone.

Today has been one of the worst days in a long time, other than yesterday and I even managed to make it to work. Every single day I have to go into work and literally when I wake up, I wanna call in. There have been 10 times or more I’ve had the phone in my hand, the number lit up, to call in to work when I don’t even have to be there until 5pm and I don’t do it. I still go. All crooked, hunched over, my foot numb, my leg shaking with pain about half way into a 4 hour shift and I still go.

My poor Bug. All I wanted was to go trick-or-treating with her on Halloween, like I do every year and it didn’t happen. We were almost done in the mall before the pain kicked in and I quite literally saw stars before my eyes, it was extremely hot and I thought I was going to vomit on all the cutsey little childrens in their costumes. And what did my mom do? Get annoyed. At least Tiffers (my bestie of all even when I want to hit her real hard in the taco) acknowledged my pain and instead of trying to be all Oprah and save the fat white chick in pain with caring and a car, walked with me to the car and let me be mean to her. And she just took it and I love her for that. And seriously, I didn’t think I was going to make it to the car and when I did we fuckin’ got rear ended. Talk about a shitty ass day. My poor baby Bug had her mascara and lipstick smeared and said, “We’re all alright, right?” and “You never think it’s going to happen to you and then it does.” At least a couple of cops were a bit of eye candy. After that, I said ‘fuck it’ and went home, there was no way I could walk anymore. . .

So what is the point of my blog? I have no idea. I’m drunk. Or at least getting there. . .

And I thought tonight was a new episode of Glee and it’s not. Now I’m even more bitter.

So yeah.

I just stuck it to the man.

I have no idea what that means. At all.

And I didn’t vote and ya know what else? I’m gonna complain. So everyone that has a problem with that can suck it. As Jen Lancaster would say, “You can kiss the fattest part of my ass.” It’s called freedom of speech. Deal with it.

Sarah Palin is the devil and in her new show she talks about how she’d rather be in the Alaskan wilderness than in a stuffy office. Well I hope she stays there are gets stampeded by a herd of moose who have lost their mothers thanks to her guns. And Rand Paul can go with her. They’re both douche bags.

Done now. . .

PS. This blog is brought to you by the Goo Goo Dolls’ Up Yours. It’s awesome. Listen to it. Now.