Gah times four. I am out of sorts. Not cross, really. Just wormy. Uncomfortable in myne own skin. The sun is out and it is a pretty day, but there is something brittle about it, and I am dreading getting out and on the road. When the kids used to get like this, the Innocent Bystander would hit them with the old "Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, guess I'll go eat worms." That doesn't really hit the nail on the head either, though. I'm not feeling sorry for myself-I have everything I could possibly want (other than the IB being here with me). I am just feeling like a very large trapezoidal peg trying to fit into a tiny crescent shaped hole.
I either need to poop or my jeans are too tight.
8 comments:
Ha. I think this is my favorite post you've ever written.
A brittle day...I understand that.
I can't help you with that last line...
Can't believe I was stood up WTF!
My mama always said if you go try you'll feel better.
Some days you just have to say F*&K IT. Go de-funk-ify yourself.
Rassles-*blushing* Thanks, I think!
NurseExec-Fortunately it never shattered.
Braja-Okay-I'll give you a pass for today. *wink*
Dar-It certainly wasn't intentional, love.
Captain Steve-So did myne. Easier said than done.
Christine-Me? Say fuck it? Ha! Welcome to my world!
*smooches* to all!
Despite your mood, your sense of humor is intact. Loved that last line.
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