Jun. 10th, 2005
Poor Mood Post
Jun. 10th, 2005 08:33 amI didn't want to get up. I had a conversation with Aunt Tudi. I have to pay bills at lunchtime today. I have too much work for someone about to lose her job to poor slobs who have no clue what they're getting themselves into.
I have an issue I cannot currently, if ever, discuss here.
Really, I'm just pissed off at the entire world right now and want to become Godzilla so I can go stomping through the countryside setting what parts of civilisation I don't crush under foot aflame.
I'm not sure if I want to cry it out or abuse all those who wander within biting range.
In other news, I dreamt that I provoked Monique (the POPlady with whom I work and genuinely like) into beating me about the head, then pretended to be the victim, when I was actually the one at fault. She ended up losing her job because of me. Not a good dream....at all. I must apologise to her today, even though none of this happened.
If weather permits, I'll be mowing the grass today. Then we're off to see Uncle Michael. He gets to come on on Tuesday, so the trips to the hospital will be ending soon, thankfully. It's a far trek and, with gas prices what they are combined with the fact that I all-too-often feel like a Podling in the grip of the Skeksis, the multiple journeys there and back are about to break me.
Regarding the lawn-mowing, it's not looking very promising at the moment. The general colour outside is grey. Perhaps the tails of Arlene have reached us sooner than expected. Well, whatever. In my current mood, I don't care if the Amazon jungle ends up growing in my yard. It's already so high now, I'm beginning to worry about natives shooting poison darts at me as I try to make my way out to the ION for work in the morning.
In closing, I have the distinct feeling that I'll be making extensive use of my prolific expletive library today.
I have an issue I cannot currently, if ever, discuss here.
Really, I'm just pissed off at the entire world right now and want to become Godzilla so I can go stomping through the countryside setting what parts of civilisation I don't crush under foot aflame.
I'm not sure if I want to cry it out or abuse all those who wander within biting range.
In other news, I dreamt that I provoked Monique (the POPlady with whom I work and genuinely like) into beating me about the head, then pretended to be the victim, when I was actually the one at fault. She ended up losing her job because of me. Not a good dream....at all. I must apologise to her today, even though none of this happened.
If weather permits, I'll be mowing the grass today. Then we're off to see Uncle Michael. He gets to come on on Tuesday, so the trips to the hospital will be ending soon, thankfully. It's a far trek and, with gas prices what they are combined with the fact that I all-too-often feel like a Podling in the grip of the Skeksis, the multiple journeys there and back are about to break me.
Regarding the lawn-mowing, it's not looking very promising at the moment. The general colour outside is grey. Perhaps the tails of Arlene have reached us sooner than expected. Well, whatever. In my current mood, I don't care if the Amazon jungle ends up growing in my yard. It's already so high now, I'm beginning to worry about natives shooting poison darts at me as I try to make my way out to the ION for work in the morning.
In closing, I have the distinct feeling that I'll be making extensive use of my prolific expletive library today.
Either shoot me or hand me a bat
Jun. 10th, 2005 03:31 pmJessica Simpson is currently on the radio murdering "These Boots Were Made for Walking." Okay....granted, it wasn't that great of a song to begin with, but El Skanko has actually managed to make it worse. If I didn't need a bullet in the head before this, I surely need one now. I feel like the cat at the end of that old Elmer Fudd cartoon about Elmer's dog being tormented by a flea. "Now I've seen everything," he says morosely, then shoots himself. Yeah. That's me in spades.
Jessica Simpson needs a bat right up side her pointy little head. In fact, if I had me a bat, here's a list of subhumans that would get a good whacking and why:
This is not a complete list by any stretch of the imagination. I probably should have made a list of people I don't want to hit with bat, 'cos it would have been shorter.
1.5 hours left in The Pit and I've nothing to do. Perhaps I should scamper through the office yodeling to the heavens.
Oh, on a brighter note, our temp Becky informed The Feudal Mistress that she enjoyed working here and especially with me. Here I thought I was alarming her on an hourly basis with my odd manner, but it turns out she thinks I'm cool. Hahahahahaha! This should prove that I'm not a complete nutter only on LJ. I'm the same everywhere.
Now..somebody hand me a motherfucking bat.
Jessica Simpson needs a bat right up side her pointy little head. In fact, if I had me a bat, here's a list of subhumans that would get a good whacking and why:
- Nick Lachey ~ because he's married to Jessica Simpson and is a talentless fucker himself.
- Anyone who's ever been on a reality TV show ~ because they're on fucking reality TV!
- Britney Spears ~ because she's a skank-ass ho.
- George Dubya Bush ~ because he's fucking EVIL INCARNATE.
- Brad Pitt ~ because he looks like he never bathes and he's butt-fucking-ugly, that's why!
- Natalie Randall, the Midday Diva on B93.7 ~ because she's a gossip monger and giggles constantly while she tells the latest dirt on so-called celebrities.
- Crackhead Boy ~ for calling me to ask if I can do him a favour when he should know by now that I hate his fucking guts.
- Maroon 5 ~ You were pretty cool at first, but now you're played too much on the radio and you have begun to suck the mental paint off my house of patience. DIE DIE DAMN YOU DIE!
- Kelly Clarkson ~ because I'd rather listen to glass being raked across a chalkboard that hear your rancid little below average croakings.
- The State of Wisconsin ~ because of that dumbass law you passed allowing every fucking wacko within your borders to kill stray cats. What about all the stray kids? Off them too! One of them will do more damage than 100 fucking cats, you morons. See what happens when you drink too much fucking milk? I curse you with a state-sized and state-shaped sink hole. Fuckers.
- The Feudal Mistress ~ because she's still breathing, goddammit!
- Todd ~ because he left me here in Shitville 10 years ago and I still miss him and there's nothing I can do about it.
- Steve White ~ because his radio car commercials are nerve-grating and parts of me draw up that just shouldn't.
- Ben & Jerry ~ because they discontinued Wavy Gravy, when it was the best damned ice cream ever made. Two whacks for them!
- The Creepy Six-Flags Guy ~ because he's fucking creepy!
- Every Spammer on the Face of the Earth ~ this is pretty much self-explanatory
This is not a complete list by any stretch of the imagination. I probably should have made a list of people I don't want to hit with bat, 'cos it would have been shorter.
1.5 hours left in The Pit and I've nothing to do. Perhaps I should scamper through the office yodeling to the heavens.
Oh, on a brighter note, our temp Becky informed The Feudal Mistress that she enjoyed working here and especially with me. Here I thought I was alarming her on an hourly basis with my odd manner, but it turns out she thinks I'm cool. Hahahahahaha! This should prove that I'm not a complete nutter only on LJ. I'm the same everywhere.
Now..somebody hand me a motherfucking bat.
On the way to the dump, I spied a wild turkey. Of course, I had to pull to the side of the road and get pictures.
( gobble! )
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green_goblin70 and Timothy can vouche for me when I proclaim that I can sound exactly like a male wild turkey. A fun fact about tinhuviel. Please take note. You never know when it might be a clue on Jeopardy.
I'm still in a bad mood, but at least I'm home now. 2.5 hours til BSG. Then blessed, sacred sleep.
( gobble! )
green_goblin70 and Timothy can vouche for me when I proclaim that I can sound exactly like a male wild turkey. A fun fact about tinhuviel. Please take note. You never know when it might be a clue on Jeopardy.I'm still in a bad mood, but at least I'm home now. 2.5 hours til BSG. Then blessed, sacred sleep.
