Good morning, Bitches. I would like to announce that not only am I wear the cranky pants, I am also wearing the bitchy shirt and the "fuck all y'all" jacket. Please refer to me for all your misanthropic needs today - I am not up to Empress-levels of smiting, but I can sure as hell turn a good glower and sneer upon many people today.
Seems to be going around. I myself have the full complement of Cranky Pants, Bite Me t-shirt and I think I may have inadvertently put on the underwear of You Suck, the socks of Seriously, How Has Someone Not Killed You? and the boots of JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WILL YOU SIMPLY CEASE TO EXIST ALREADY AND DO THE UNIVERSE A FUCKING FAVOR?
The 17 minute phone call explaining to a customer that the reason the fixture he received is not a "brownish color" is because he ORDERED the "iron-ish" color did not improve either mine nor my clothing's demeanor. STUPID FUCKWAD MUST CHOKE ON OWN TONGUE!
Coffee and bile:
My rage killed Bitches.
We always hurt the ones we love.
How about the shoes of "I am going to fuck you UP, motherfucker"?
It's the Boots of "Do NOT Fucking Talk To Me, Lest Your Head Be Permanently Lodged Up Your Ass", actually.
In more fun news, I get to go to the SF Giants' Play Ball Luncheon today, which should be fun.
There really are jackets that say that?
I think I need one...the boys on "The Wire" say that all the time.
Zenkitty, insent re the write-athon.
It's the Boots of "Do NOT Fucking Talk To Me, Lest Your Head Be Permanently Lodged Up Your Ass", actually.
I can't get anything in the suburbs.
I'm wearing my Skirt o' Slack today and feel no need to do any of the filing that I should be.
However, I wrote an extremely apologetic letter to my landlady and sent it off in the mail.
Part of the problem, I realized, is from trying to go off my Lamictal. Like an idiot I thought "hey! I can live by Seroquel alone!" Which really, no, I can't. My shrink tried to talk me out of it, but he let me try and these are the consequences. I see him again on April 10, but I called and left a message to see if I could get a starter pack of the stuff.
I would like to announce that not only am I wear the cranky pants, I am also wearing the bitchy shirt and the "fuck all y'all" jacket. Please refer to me for all your misanthropic needs today - I am not up to Empress-levels of smiting, but I can sure as hell turn a good glower and sneer upon many people today.
I am the opposite of juliana today. I woke up early, made scones for work, left the house early and still missed the bus. Then, walking to work, I slipped and fell on frozen snow melt, crushing my scones, which already hadn't turned out as well as usual. And yet, I am happy!! Folks at work are enjoying their scone crumbs, and my meeting with my boss went better than usual. And 18-20 friends and co-workers are joining me and my birthday twin at a fancy shmancy restaurant for dinner tonight.
The last few years, I have been depressed at my birthday, but not this year. Forty rocks!!!
But juliana, I am sorry that you seem to have gotten all of my crankiness. At least you're witty about it! Hopefully I will see you next month in SF, and we can share good cheer.
Daisy, you didn't DHL your yesterday to juliana, did you?
Well clearly. Though it looks like libkitty got all our goodwill toward man.
