Do you ever have one of those days? I’m not talking about a run-through-a-field-of-daisies feminine hygiene commercial type of day, just an off day. The type of day in which you tightly close your eyes to all things happy/positive/awesome (um, new guy?!) and get hung up on the bullshit. Welcome to my worried little head.
Did I spend enough time with my grandma during my last trip?
Why wasn’t I able to cram thirteen years of loved ones into two and a half days? Why?!
Thinking about my friends (back home) is enough to bring tears to my eyes. So I’m not thinking about them…which isn’t improving my mood, either.
Educationally overwhelmed and challenged.
Unsure if my job is a proper fit.
Having to pee with the bathroom door closed is weird.
Stupid. Fucking. Snow.
For the first time in my life, I covet truck owners.
I miss the smell of B.A.R.T. (It surprised me too.)
Did I eat enough colorful fruits today?
Need to get more calcium so I don’t crack into little pieces when I’m an old lady.
What’s going to happen to my bones if I drink four Diet Cokes everyday at the office? (Do my best to avoid Google and webMD until this thought has passed.)
Stop touching that one weird long hair on your neck. Gross!
Why the fuck does mapquest not recognize my polling location as an address?!
I fear that I’m dangerously close to assaulting the HP Officejet 5600 series with a pair of scissors.
When I told a friend how I was feeling today, I received this response:
Pants, you are frighteningly awesome. You are disturbingly fantastic. You are overwhelming with coolatude. You are more than the bee’s knees…you are the wasp’s nipples.
Wasp’s nipples? Hey now! What was I worried about?
is okay. we all have days like that. i have a salesman who doesn’t seem to understand where his work begins and mine ends. also, he likes to talk big and loud on the phone and make up words. make up words, i’ll say it again.
we all worry, it’s got to be part of the human condition. i bought a bottle of irish cream and made some coffee, and am curled up with the cats watching the returns come in on CNN.
tomorrow’s another day and all that..
I love your thought process. I mean I don’t love that you do the same stuff I do, but I love that I am not alone in that. Plus, no one has ever told me I am the wasp’s nipples before, so you already have me beat!
See, if I didn’t have a gazillion hormones running through my body causing my thoughts to be stopped short, I’d have days like that too.
Recently my days are like yours that you described, but remove the coherent part of those thoughts and you get mine. Chalk it up to getting about 2 hours of sleep a night.
I didn’t want to be the one to point this out, but wasps don’t have nipples.
but white anglo-saxon protestants do!!
ginonymous,
I could kiss you.
radioactive girl,
Nice to know we’re not alone, eh?
Curly Glamour Girlie,
I call what you’ve just described free birth control.
Übermilf,
Says the lady with cupcake boobs.
ginonymous,
How’s your day going?
I love knowing that I’m not the only one with all kinds of crazy crap going through my brain (especially the “Stupid. Fucking. Snow.”
I don’t know how I would feel being told I was the wasp’s nipples. But if you’re OK with it…then that’s all that matters!
From most people it would be weird…but from this friend, it’s totally a compliment.
Guess what, IT’S SNOWING AGAIN. Argh!!!!!