Good god I just took the longest hiatus from this blog I've ever taken. And I picked a ripe ol' day to return, too.
Christ I'm cranky today. You know that feeling? That if I have to deal with these idiots I share the planet with for one more fucking SECOND I think I might throw a kicking and screaming temper tantrum right here in this cubical feeling?
I was fine this morning. I had some fun tweeting with the hilariously adorable Miss Pish Posh and I was quite happy to celebrate 'Merica Day with a high calorie snack and some sort of fancy mocha hot shaken not stirred full fat hubba bubba latte. Or something.
But then a guy at work came over to talk to me about something incredibly stupid* that I fundamentally disagreed with and the poor sap took the brunt of whatever was pent up inside me.
And then, then... CAN OPEN, WORMS EVERYWHERE.
Once I let that beast out of my dark soul I could not bury her back down there for all the cheese in Wisconsin.
I was bitchy, and argumentative, and a damn misery to be around.
Sure, I still made jokes, and handed out freezies, and didn't necessarily hate on everyone that crossed my path, but I was on the brink of an erratic, neurotic freak-out for the entire afternoon.
Maid of Honour duties? Bah.
Some political garbage? Screw them.
Stupid work meeting? FORGET THAT.
Therapist says stop doing something? No! I don't wanna! You can't make me!
Apple store can't fix my iPod? FUCK YOU, APPLE STORE. FUCK. YOU.
Yeah, I was a real peach today.
And the solution? Same as always: Hot shower. Cheesy pasta. Blogging. Grey's Anatomy. And a Hubby hug. Because what else are all those things good for, if not to make me feel better?
* Stupid is a relative term. . Some days everything is stupid in my opinion.