My girls at work are all abuzz about yoga, so I guess I will meet pup with them and give yoga a try. I have never done anything like yoga and don’t really understand what all the enthusiasm is about. It does not look all that hard and it does not look like it really uses up much energy. Does it really count as exercise?
I have to go buy some yoga pants and a mat. They say I can buy these things at most yoga studios, but you know me – I don’t want what everyone else is already wearing. I want to be just a little different. It’s the rebel in me!
Some things are just not funny. There are some things that it is just bad taste – or worse – to be making jokes about bad things that happen to people. Like this Sandusky trial – I don’t ever want to hear a single joke about that horrible man or the kids he victimized. I don’t want to hear jokes about locker rooms and showers where little boys get molested. There is nothing funny about any of that.
I’m glad that awful man is finally locked up and I just look at his wife in amazement and cannot believe how stupid a woman can be to be married to a man like that for all those years and never ever have a suspicion that anything was wrong. How can she stand the thought that the dick he was sticking in her had just been stuck up a l little boys butt? I can’t stand picture of her by his side being all loyal to that creep.
Can’t tell you if it is PMS or depression or what, but I am in a really bad mood today. I swear if someone looks at me sideways I will have to fight myself on a very strong impulse to rip their fucking head off. I hardly ever feel this pent up anger inside. Its a very weird feeling, actually.
Most of the time when I’m feeling down I just turn to comfort food, a cup of hot green tea, a soak in the tub, a good book or just fuck it all and go to bed early. But today I don’t find any of those options appealing. I feel like I need a physical release, like beating the hell out of some prick who needs a beat down. Not an innocent person, but someone who is evil and everyone else is afraid of him. That’s the motherfucker I would like to square off against today and I pity the fool.
Is there anything that will fuck up your day faster than a toothache? I mean, seriously! My tooth starting hurting last night, so I took an aspirin and went to bed early and tried to sleep it off. I was hoping it would stop hurting over night and that when I woke up it wouldn’t hurt anymore.
I don’t know what the fuck is up with my dentist, but his office closed on Saturdays – NO Saturday appointments, ya’ll. AND he is closed a half day on Fridays. So the whole office shuts down at noon on Fridays and they all get a two and a half day weekend.
Not a bad fucking job – if you can get it. But that doesn’t help someone like me who gets a toothache on Thursday night. Now I have to put up with this fucking pain for at least 3 or 4 days before I have any hope of seeing the dentist. FML
It’s just a little after 10:00 am. I am barely moving around – the coffee hasn’t finished perking or dripping or whatever the fuck it does. But my cell phone is already ringing. Fuck my life.
Last night was another one of those insomnia nights. I tried to go to bed three different times and every time I ended up staring at the ceiling and my brain would not shut the fuck up. I don’t even have all that many worries. I just couldn’t seem to put any of them to bed last night. This day is going to a long one for this girl.