Say:
Irish Wristwatch
Now say it three times fast:
Irish Wristwatch Irish Wristwatch Irish Wristwatch
Couldn’t do it, could you?
Say:
Irish Wristwatch
Now say it three times fast:
Irish Wristwatch Irish Wristwatch Irish Wristwatch
Couldn’t do it, could you?
And I am another year older.
As my old college friend would say, whoopie-shit.
I know that sounds bad. I was thoroughly anticipating today to be a blase sort of day, where I would just be able to do my own thing. Once again I fell to the pressures of society/family/friends and did what they expected of me instead of what I should do.
I really need to get a spine, you know? Continue reading
I know it is not a fair assessment to make, but sometimes my family, my life, utterly exhausts me.
I feel guilty for even saying that, seeing as how I am currently unemployed and I do not have major obligations. Yet I am sitting here, wiped out, and it’s due to my insane life.
I’m rambling, I know, but there you go. I don’t respond to mental ping-pong very well. I thought when I kicked the last guy out of the house that it wouldn’t be as bad. Instead I have become an unwilling piece of sports equipment among the females on the maternal side.
Just last week I had to drop everything for (yet another) venting session. I understand venting, I’m a big fan of it. This blog wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for venting. Yet the big crisis turned out to be nothing more than a disagreement over who was going to be taking a pair of pants to the hospital.
Sweatpants! Big crisis!!!
More like monster migraine.
Here’s part two of the tabs I’ve had open for a week or more sharing bizarre and weird information that passes for noteworthy in today’s society. (I suppose I’m a part of that, seeing as how I actually READ this stuff, but there you go….)