Friday, April 11, 2008

I have not fallen off the face of the earth...

Though there have been times in the past few weeks when it would have been nice to have had that option. Work is HORRIFYING! I hate being a grown up! I hate having a job where I can't say what I really think about people and situations. I may be blunt and brutaly honest, but at least I am tactful and take other people's feelings into consideration! Have I mentioned I hate my job? I don't especially like living in a house with another human being at the moment either, but I really do love my Geek and would be lost without him so I just apologize to him every day for being so prickly and angry about stuff. I'm just frustrated. Frustrated! I could SO easily become a hermit. I would LOVE to be a hermit! A lonely old witch living off in the woods by herself. I like alone. I like not quite right. I like silence and darkness. I like reading out loud. I like a bottle of SoCo and bad movies. I like wine and Mozart. I like vodka and punk. I like quilts and cats and books. I like soft grass and warm sun. I feel like I'm losing myself. I'm just overwhelmed, that's all. It happens about every 2 years. I'll get over it. Probably by drinking and writing and reading and being a little more me. My apologies to everyone who has to put up with my melodramatic ass.

4 comments:

Diane said...

I don't think I can be your friend anymore. QUILTS! You LIKE QUILTS! But I bet I can say something that will make you not so prickly.....you could be pregnant and have a tiny penis in you 24/7 and not get ANY fun out of it.

Tommy said...

I lost myself once. I had fallen off the counter and rolled under the fridge.

Southern Martyr said...

I love having smart-ass, vulgar friends... It never fails to make me feel better about myself. But seriously, the fact that you guys think enough of me to try (in your own special ways) to make me smile when things get overwhelming really makes me appreciate having you as friends.

Tommy said...

I wasn't trying to help. The rats tried to eat me.

Also, Diane is pregnant. Has she told you that today?