It's not really a crap day, but it could be with just a little help. With the addition, say, of any of these Things that Annoy Me...
~ Blogger and their "scheduled outages" that are supposedly correcting problems and making improvements. Every time they do it, something gets more fucked up than it was before. My blog was down for about four hours on Friday, frustrating the efforts of innumerable (actually, hundreds of) voyeurs seeking that bikini photo of an actress and her husband frolicking on the sand with which I am unfortunately, terminally linked. Sigh.
Scheduled outrage, indeed.
~ People who can't take "no" for an answer. If "no" means "maybe", then what the hell does "maybe" mean? "Yes"? That pretty much renders "yes" meaningless, except as an ironic "no", which of course means "maybe" in this perverse world.... Mmm, my tail tastes yummy. Listen carefully: "No" means "No".
~ People [at work] who eavesdrop as their primary means of social "interaction." If the only way you can find out is to listen in on someone else's conversation, then it is not your fucking business. If you continue to do it, people will start to hate you. If that goes on for too long, you're a candidate for workplace "accidents."
I'm not threatening. I'm just sayin'.
~ Living without steak knives.
~ Dissatisfaction with bliss--by which I mean having it and wanting to put a lock on it for fear that it will disappear in a burst of feathers and dreams, but knowing that the weight of that chain and the lock will do as much to end it.
~ Needing to remove one color of toenail polish before putting on a new one. [This falls into the general category of impatience.]
~ Same ole' clothes. I need a makeover.
~ Blogger and their "scheduled outages" that are supposedly correcting problems and making improvements. Every time they do it, something gets more fucked up than it was before. My blog was down for about four hours on Friday, frustrating the efforts of innumerable (actually, hundreds of) voyeurs seeking that bikini photo of an actress and her husband frolicking on the sand with which I am unfortunately, terminally linked. Sigh.
Scheduled outrage, indeed.
~ People who can't take "no" for an answer. If "no" means "maybe", then what the hell does "maybe" mean? "Yes"? That pretty much renders "yes" meaningless, except as an ironic "no", which of course means "maybe" in this perverse world.... Mmm, my tail tastes yummy. Listen carefully: "No" means "No".
~ People [at work] who eavesdrop as their primary means of social "interaction." If the only way you can find out is to listen in on someone else's conversation, then it is not your fucking business. If you continue to do it, people will start to hate you. If that goes on for too long, you're a candidate for workplace "accidents."
I'm not threatening. I'm just sayin'.
~ Living without steak knives.
~ Dissatisfaction with bliss--by which I mean having it and wanting to put a lock on it for fear that it will disappear in a burst of feathers and dreams, but knowing that the weight of that chain and the lock will do as much to end it.
~ Needing to remove one color of toenail polish before putting on a new one. [This falls into the general category of impatience.]
~ Same ole' clothes. I need a makeover.
[update]
~ Shape magazine's February 2006 issue includes an article titled "What to wear to feel sexy." Featured items include a Little Joe by Gail Elliot tie-front slip dress ($188), a Tsesay mohair sweater ($125), an unbelievably [well, it would have to be] gorgeous Malo lace-knit v-neck cardigan ($925)--shown on a model who is also wearing a $15 pair of Calvin Klein "Amelie" boy shorts (i.e. panties), and a bra and brief set ($189 and $107, respectively) from La Perla).
If it's going to cost me $1549 to feel sexy (the Shape magazine way), perhaps I'll continue feeling just...reasonably OK.
Eh. What's the point?
If it's going to cost me $1549 to feel sexy (the Shape magazine way), perhaps I'll continue feeling just...reasonably OK.
Eh. What's the point?
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