By 11:30 this morning I was starving, and my crankiness was at its peak. "Soup, I'll have soup." However, I couldn't find the can opener, so I had to use the sketchy electric one that I've never seen anyone use (because we had a perfectly good manual one). Mission accomplished, but it made me so fucking pissy, I want to punch someone. This incident came after a morning spent fuming about how dirty our house is (I am the only person who has vacuumed, ever, or cleaned the bathroom) and an alarming realization that all of the plates but one were missing (they were in the dining room for whatever reason). Also, there is still a plate of food and three beer bottles on my porch, left from a roommate's 4th of July BBQ. It offends me and encroaches on my porchly peace, but I will not clean it up, on principle.
Work is also making me angry. I've been doing the same book for forever, and it is so bad, and I am so sick of it, I can feel my blood pressure rising with each missing article I insert and each randomly capitalized word I lowercase and each query I make that simply reads "???".
I would rather think and write about puppies and unicorns, but all I can see is red.
Posted by thevieve at July 6, 2007 12:45 PMDude, screw those holier than thou puppies and lily white (yeah, as if they're so pristine) unicorns. Red is where it's at. Viciously sink your teeth into an apple, ceremonially taking a bite out of your anger. Or, better yet, slightly squeeze a few of those overripe cherries you've been wondering how to get rid of and place them innocently on the chair of whoever is giving you this wretched book assignment. That's one way to ruin the purity of some white pants. ;)
Posted by: Hbomb on July 18, 2007 2:38 AM