i’m bored and tired and grumpy and emotional. i have a blog to whine about all those things, right?
i’m tired of people asking me how my weekend was. or my last night. or my vacation. because, you know what? they were dull. and boring. and uneventful because i don’t do anything or go anywhere because i’m either tired, sore or broke 99% of the time.
i woke up at 2:16 a.m. in an emotional tizzy, complete with elevated heart rate and rapid breathing, because of my stupid dreams which were filled with hope and excitement and fear and terror and things i both want to do so very badly but can’t and things i don’t think i’ll ever be able to do because i’m either tired, sore or broke 99% of the time.
sunburn. on the back of my neck. where my “feeling ugly” shirt collar is rubbing against it. awesome.
yeah, i have a shirt i pretty much only wear when i feel bad about myself. if you see red plaid, you know i’m extra delicate that day.
if someone says they’re in a bad mood or not good or some other un-positive response to your “GOOD MORNING! HOW ARE YOU?!”, don’t fucking ask why. just say something like “oh, that’s too bad” or “if you want to talk about it, i’m here” or “would you like me to leave you alone?”. the last thing a cranky and/or emotional person wants to do is freaking explain why they’re cranky and/or emotional, goddammit.