Got Food Factory on right now (if FYI doesn't make up its mind soon of what days they're going to play this show, I am going to lose it) and they were discussing black forest cake earlier (made by the company with the hot son for VP). I really want black forest cake now.
Every time I have this station on, some new reality show is going to be premiering and every single one is just terrible. They have one on now called Chef vs. Kid and judging by the hundreds of commercials they play for it, every single person on the show looks like they are irritating beyond belief. Especially the one kid. He looks like a real little snot.
I had to go back to the dentist on Thursday for an update on my tooth and I am going to have to get a crown. Unfortunately I have to wait all the way until August 13th to get the damn thing done. Oh, and I also have my cleaning scheduled 2 days earlier so I'll be there twice in one week (they must be so sick of seeing my mug; the dental assistant joked with me the other day about reserving me a room there and/or putting me on their payroll). I'm going to be a nervous wreck until then. I am trying not to chew on that side but I also don't want to stress my other teeth as well, especially the crown I just had replaced. But I am absolutely terrified of doing damage to the nerve and ending up
having to get root canal or ending up with an infection or whatever else
can go wrong when something tooth-related isn't taken care of ASAP.
Man, I am so glad to be on vacation the next few days. I desperately need a break from my co-workers or else I think I'd punch them in the face.
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Saturday, August 1, 2015
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Random Thoughts
Boy, I love going on to my Facebook newsfeed and being bombarded with people's shared picture posts. I don't care if you love your parents. I don't care if you love your child. I don't care if you want to punch stupid people in the face. I don't care if you think this nation needs to return to one nation under God. JFC I JUST DON'T CARE. No one cares!
Yesterday must have been queen bee Monica's brat's birthday party. And naturally a lot of the girls from work were invited, including my FWA and her friend. It's almost cute how much they kiss Monica's ass and she did nothing but bad-mouth them all of the time (and probably still does).
Actually no, it's just pathetic.
I watched FYI last night when I was getting ready for bed (Food Factory was on) and when I put my TV on this morning, it was still tuned to FYI and I think that show Arranged was on. I've never watched, but I've seen enough commercials for it to know that I want to kick that Christian guy repeatedly in the nads with a pair of steel-toed boots (hopefully until he can no longer reproduce). One of the arranged people, a blonde chick, seemed to be having problems with her future mother-in-law. And as soon as the MIL opened her mouth, I could see why. Apparently this woman feels men and women aren't equal and she doesn't feel that a woman should ever be president and a woman should not a do a man's job and women should cook and clean and men should fix and build things. You know what? If you feel women are that inferior to men, then take your old outdated ass to a Middle Eastern country where they feel the same way about women, you stupid cow.
And speaking of ass backwards thinking, I'm glad the Superior Court ruled in favor of gay marriage on Friday. Seethe, homophobes, SEETHE.
And screw you, Bristol Palin, for raking in hundreds of thousands of dollars preaching abstinence to people and not partaking in it yourself. You're a slap in the face to people who truly do practice abstinence, whether intentionally or unintentionally. FUCK YOU. And fuck Candie's.
Man, I hate Sundays with a passion. Especially when you have to celebrate Father's Day a week later and your daddy dearest is being his typical daddy dearest self.
Yesterday must have been queen bee Monica's brat's birthday party. And naturally a lot of the girls from work were invited, including my FWA and her friend. It's almost cute how much they kiss Monica's ass and she did nothing but bad-mouth them all of the time (and probably still does).
Actually no, it's just pathetic.
I watched FYI last night when I was getting ready for bed (Food Factory was on) and when I put my TV on this morning, it was still tuned to FYI and I think that show Arranged was on. I've never watched, but I've seen enough commercials for it to know that I want to kick that Christian guy repeatedly in the nads with a pair of steel-toed boots (hopefully until he can no longer reproduce). One of the arranged people, a blonde chick, seemed to be having problems with her future mother-in-law. And as soon as the MIL opened her mouth, I could see why. Apparently this woman feels men and women aren't equal and she doesn't feel that a woman should ever be president and a woman should not a do a man's job and women should cook and clean and men should fix and build things. You know what? If you feel women are that inferior to men, then take your old outdated ass to a Middle Eastern country where they feel the same way about women, you stupid cow.
And speaking of ass backwards thinking, I'm glad the Superior Court ruled in favor of gay marriage on Friday. Seethe, homophobes, SEETHE.
And screw you, Bristol Palin, for raking in hundreds of thousands of dollars preaching abstinence to people and not partaking in it yourself. You're a slap in the face to people who truly do practice abstinence, whether intentionally or unintentionally. FUCK YOU. And fuck Candie's.
Man, I hate Sundays with a passion. Especially when you have to celebrate Father's Day a week later and your daddy dearest is being his typical daddy dearest self.
Thursday, May 28, 2015
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Friday, March 6, 2015
Random Thoughts
Man, I wish Food Factory was on right now. There is squat on on Friday nights. I briefly thought about putting a movie on- been dying to watch Brain Candy- but I just didn't have the attention span to sit through a move.
The roads weren't too hot this morning, but of course work was open normal time. I was doing okay until I came up to this one intersection. I thought I braked slow enough and far enough back, but as I started braking, my car ended up doing a 90 degree turn (when my car finally stopped my passenger side was facing the intersection). And no matter how many times I can read what to do in those situations, when it actually happens, I still immediately panicked and thought oh god what do I do oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Thank god I was the only one at the intersection, otherwise I probably would have hit someone. And of course, now that I think about it, I am starting to feel panicky and anxious that I could have almost got into an accident today.
And once I got my car righted and was waiting for the light to turn green, a Toyota SUV came up behind me. And was behind me almost the entire ride to work. Up my ass. I continued driving slow and shot them dirty looks in the rear view mirror. Then I finally get rid of them and I turn on to the road I take through an industrial park to get to my work place....and another Toyota SUV comes up behind me. And rides my ass until he finally got the opportunity to fly around me. And then the whole ride home from work, I had a minivan up my ass. A Toyota minivan. Was today "if you drive a Toyota, drive like a jackass" day or something?
I didn't dare tell my mother when I called to let her know I got to work okay about my car spinning out; she would have went absolutely ballistic on me. I could just see it now- why would you have continued to drive to work after that? Why didn't you come home instead? No place is worth your life, especially that place! Good god, I would have gotten the guilt trip of a lifetime.
I did take a Prozac last night. I am feeling pretty bloated and have occasional waves of nausea, but so far I have been okay. I didn't sleep too great, though; I'm thinking maybe I need to find a new time slot to take it. I also am still having that weird tingly feeling throughout my body and I feel like every thing in my body is shaking. I also swear the pills give me hot flashes.
We had a meeting today and a couple times my coworkers, as well as my boss, ripped in to some newer employees and their work. I just mentally shook my head. I felt like saying "oh, and I suppose no one in here was ever new and had to learn to do their job? No? You all just knew how to do it perfectly right off the bat?" I mean, sure we seem to get person after person who just never seems to get the hang of anything, but JFC right off the bat my coworkers have no sympathy for anyone just starting and/or with no medical background. Oh but I forgot- all of my coworkers are absolutely perfect and know how to do everything and never make any mistakes. Ever.
The roads weren't too hot this morning, but of course work was open normal time. I was doing okay until I came up to this one intersection. I thought I braked slow enough and far enough back, but as I started braking, my car ended up doing a 90 degree turn (when my car finally stopped my passenger side was facing the intersection). And no matter how many times I can read what to do in those situations, when it actually happens, I still immediately panicked and thought oh god what do I do oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Thank god I was the only one at the intersection, otherwise I probably would have hit someone. And of course, now that I think about it, I am starting to feel panicky and anxious that I could have almost got into an accident today.
And once I got my car righted and was waiting for the light to turn green, a Toyota SUV came up behind me. And was behind me almost the entire ride to work. Up my ass. I continued driving slow and shot them dirty looks in the rear view mirror. Then I finally get rid of them and I turn on to the road I take through an industrial park to get to my work place....and another Toyota SUV comes up behind me. And rides my ass until he finally got the opportunity to fly around me. And then the whole ride home from work, I had a minivan up my ass. A Toyota minivan. Was today "if you drive a Toyota, drive like a jackass" day or something?
I didn't dare tell my mother when I called to let her know I got to work okay about my car spinning out; she would have went absolutely ballistic on me. I could just see it now- why would you have continued to drive to work after that? Why didn't you come home instead? No place is worth your life, especially that place! Good god, I would have gotten the guilt trip of a lifetime.
I did take a Prozac last night. I am feeling pretty bloated and have occasional waves of nausea, but so far I have been okay. I didn't sleep too great, though; I'm thinking maybe I need to find a new time slot to take it. I also am still having that weird tingly feeling throughout my body and I feel like every thing in my body is shaking. I also swear the pills give me hot flashes.
We had a meeting today and a couple times my coworkers, as well as my boss, ripped in to some newer employees and their work. I just mentally shook my head. I felt like saying "oh, and I suppose no one in here was ever new and had to learn to do their job? No? You all just knew how to do it perfectly right off the bat?" I mean, sure we seem to get person after person who just never seems to get the hang of anything, but JFC right off the bat my coworkers have no sympathy for anyone just starting and/or with no medical background. Oh but I forgot- all of my coworkers are absolutely perfect and know how to do everything and never make any mistakes. Ever.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Random Thoughts
There is a trending story on my Facebook page about a dentist being charged with the death of a patient who was having 20 teeth pulled. Twenty teeth? What the hell does someone do in their life to have to have that many teeth pulled at one time? Even if you can't afford to go the dentist, toothpaste and toothbrushes don't cost that much damn money!
Speaking of Facebook, earlier one of my cousin's wives posted something about today being her daughter's first cheerleading competition (followed by "been waiting for this since they said "it's a girl!""- I can't tell you how hard I side-eyed that). Why are there so many girls in cheerleading anymore? And if it's not cheerleading, it's dance. And not cute dancing, like ballet. Dancing where they have more make-up on than a clown and dance like little fucking pole dancers. Does no one enroll their kids in music or art or ballet or anything traditional anymore?
I rolled out of bed earlier this morning to go and get my blood work done, so that is out of the way. Now I just have to await the results of my numerous tests (LH, FSH, prolactin, metabolic, CBC, ANA, erythrocyte sedimentation rate, and a urinalysis. And yes, despite my best efforts, I managed to piss all over my hand doing the last one. As usual.). I am also still waiting on the results of my biopsy. Not sure why I am so anxious to see my results for any of these test- we all know everything will probably come back normal anyway.
I finally got a free weekend after 2 busy weekends and it's frigging snowing again. I thought maybe we were lucking out this winter, but apparently that is not the case. And my sister is still at work for another half hour. I am a nervous wreck about her driving home.
Ooo! I just realized it is Food Factory marathon time! Woooooooo!
Speaking of Facebook, earlier one of my cousin's wives posted something about today being her daughter's first cheerleading competition (followed by "been waiting for this since they said "it's a girl!""- I can't tell you how hard I side-eyed that). Why are there so many girls in cheerleading anymore? And if it's not cheerleading, it's dance. And not cute dancing, like ballet. Dancing where they have more make-up on than a clown and dance like little fucking pole dancers. Does no one enroll their kids in music or art or ballet or anything traditional anymore?
I rolled out of bed earlier this morning to go and get my blood work done, so that is out of the way. Now I just have to await the results of my numerous tests (LH, FSH, prolactin, metabolic, CBC, ANA, erythrocyte sedimentation rate, and a urinalysis. And yes, despite my best efforts, I managed to piss all over my hand doing the last one. As usual.). I am also still waiting on the results of my biopsy. Not sure why I am so anxious to see my results for any of these test- we all know everything will probably come back normal anyway.
I finally got a free weekend after 2 busy weekends and it's frigging snowing again. I thought maybe we were lucking out this winter, but apparently that is not the case. And my sister is still at work for another half hour. I am a nervous wreck about her driving home.
Ooo! I just realized it is Food Factory marathon time! Woooooooo!
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Random Thoughts
Man, it is BRUTAL outside. It's about 14 degrees Fahrenheit with a real feel of about -1. YUCK. And it's supposed to be pretty brutal this whole week. HOW EXCITING.
And to make the week more exciting, the catty one who used to work at my place is coming in tomorrow for lunch. And everyone will fawn all over like she is some fucking princess. It just astonishes me. And for some reason unknown to me, the one who plays on her phone all the time is going to be in the office all week instead of on the road. How exciting. A whole week of watching her play on her phone and when she isn't doing that, she'll either be talking or spending all of her time on the Facebook page of some place called Enchanted Farms. Or something other than work. This past Friday I watched her spend most of the day on Excel working on her household budget. A couple Fridays ago, her shift was over at 12:30. She stayed until 2. And what did she do that whole time? Spent her time on this Enchanted Farms page. The whole hour and a half. A whole hour and a half of OVERTIME and she didn't even fucking work.
I don't want to lose my job right now, but I would love to see us get shut down just so I can see how everyone else would survive having to work somewhere else. Especially this bitch and my FWA. But then again, lousy workers are always rewarded so they'd probably do just fine. My FWA would create some woe is me sob story (and now she has a baby to use to her advantage!) and everyone will feel sorry for her and cater to her just like the morons at this place do.
And speaking of her, she was a half hour late to work on Friday. Because she got into a fight with her boyfriend's mother. And just as I expected, I had to hear the WHOLE goddamn story later. I can't even begin to describe how badly I wanted to scream I DON'T CARE, OH MY FUCKING GOD I DON'T CARE. Especially because I was already annoyed that a conversation about having bad PMS and being unable to tolerate birth control and having bad cramps every month turned into having to hear about her fucking labor and water breaking again (I guess the fact that I said my cramps primarily affect my back reminded her that she had back labor so she figured it was her chance to turn the whole conversation back to herself). Again- don't care.
And I swear, if I go into work tomorrow and have to hear one person say they went to see 50 Shades of Shit and then rave about it, I am going to go fucking ballistic. I read a rundown on ONTD one day of some of the things Christian Gray (Gray, Grey, don't give enough fucks to google it) does to her in the books and I am beyond appalled that so many women like these books. If you honestly want a man like Christian Gray you need to check your fucking life big time.
God I wish my damn period would come already. I am tired of feeling so damn crabby. I am now getting to the point that I am starting to fret that it's going to come later than last month or not at all. I am so tired of this every month. I felt a little better after my blood work came back normal, but now I am starting to get anxious all over again that I am going through perimenopause. Especially when once again your period is coming later than it has been for years and you're waking up warm during the night or drinking coffee and feeling warm.
Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time for a Food Factory marathon.
And to make the week more exciting, the catty one who used to work at my place is coming in tomorrow for lunch. And everyone will fawn all over like she is some fucking princess. It just astonishes me. And for some reason unknown to me, the one who plays on her phone all the time is going to be in the office all week instead of on the road. How exciting. A whole week of watching her play on her phone and when she isn't doing that, she'll either be talking or spending all of her time on the Facebook page of some place called Enchanted Farms. Or something other than work. This past Friday I watched her spend most of the day on Excel working on her household budget. A couple Fridays ago, her shift was over at 12:30. She stayed until 2. And what did she do that whole time? Spent her time on this Enchanted Farms page. The whole hour and a half. A whole hour and a half of OVERTIME and she didn't even fucking work.
I don't want to lose my job right now, but I would love to see us get shut down just so I can see how everyone else would survive having to work somewhere else. Especially this bitch and my FWA. But then again, lousy workers are always rewarded so they'd probably do just fine. My FWA would create some woe is me sob story (and now she has a baby to use to her advantage!) and everyone will feel sorry for her and cater to her just like the morons at this place do.
And speaking of her, she was a half hour late to work on Friday. Because she got into a fight with her boyfriend's mother. And just as I expected, I had to hear the WHOLE goddamn story later. I can't even begin to describe how badly I wanted to scream I DON'T CARE, OH MY FUCKING GOD I DON'T CARE. Especially because I was already annoyed that a conversation about having bad PMS and being unable to tolerate birth control and having bad cramps every month turned into having to hear about her fucking labor and water breaking again (I guess the fact that I said my cramps primarily affect my back reminded her that she had back labor so she figured it was her chance to turn the whole conversation back to herself). Again- don't care.
And I swear, if I go into work tomorrow and have to hear one person say they went to see 50 Shades of Shit and then rave about it, I am going to go fucking ballistic. I read a rundown on ONTD one day of some of the things Christian Gray (Gray, Grey, don't give enough fucks to google it) does to her in the books and I am beyond appalled that so many women like these books. If you honestly want a man like Christian Gray you need to check your fucking life big time.
God I wish my damn period would come already. I am tired of feeling so damn crabby. I am now getting to the point that I am starting to fret that it's going to come later than last month or not at all. I am so tired of this every month. I felt a little better after my blood work came back normal, but now I am starting to get anxious all over again that I am going through perimenopause. Especially when once again your period is coming later than it has been for years and you're waking up warm during the night or drinking coffee and feeling warm.
Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time for a Food Factory marathon.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Random Thoughts
It's Puppy Bowl! I have had it on since it started at 3, minus 2 hours of Food Factory. Goat cheerleaders! Katty Furry (who sounds remarkably better than her human counterpart)! Kitten halftime! And best of all, there is an actual full miniature schnauzer this year!
I can't believe the weekend is over already. I feel like I just got off of work and it's Sunday night already. And I did nothing the whole weekend! I am so fucking disgusted.
And I have been having some bleeding the past couple days. Over 2 years; I am so over this. I just want to know why this is happening. All I have concluded is it seems to basically occur around and/or during ovulation time. Is something wrong? It is normal? Is it something I am just basically going to have to deal with until my womanly parts decide to quit?
I am really starting to hate going into work. And it's not even so much that I hate my job itself; it's because I have so much trouble doing my job because of my stupidity in allowing mental illness to take over my life. And I at least can say that yes, I do have a major problem and yes, I would like to get better. But it's also clashing with the part of me that doesn't want to fight to get better and would rather just die. And the latter is starting to want to take control.
And then this shit with That Thing- I know damn well deep down that even if it happened to me, I would not be any happier. I would probably be just as miserable, if not possibly more.
I can't believe the weekend is over already. I feel like I just got off of work and it's Sunday night already. And I did nothing the whole weekend! I am so fucking disgusted.
And I have been having some bleeding the past couple days. Over 2 years; I am so over this. I just want to know why this is happening. All I have concluded is it seems to basically occur around and/or during ovulation time. Is something wrong? It is normal? Is it something I am just basically going to have to deal with until my womanly parts decide to quit?
I am really starting to hate going into work. And it's not even so much that I hate my job itself; it's because I have so much trouble doing my job because of my stupidity in allowing mental illness to take over my life. And I at least can say that yes, I do have a major problem and yes, I would like to get better. But it's also clashing with the part of me that doesn't want to fight to get better and would rather just die. And the latter is starting to want to take control.
And then this shit with That Thing- I know damn well deep down that even if it happened to me, I would not be any happier. I would probably be just as miserable, if not possibly more.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Random Thoughts
It's another Food Factory marathon night and earlier they were discussing black forest cake made by a company owned by a father and son. I don't know about anyone else, but I wouldn't mind eating black forest cake off of the son's body. Or any kind of cake.
I am glad I was able to get out a little on Friday night (nothing overly exciting, my mother and I went to Chick-Fil-A for dinner, then I went and got a haircut and ran into Target and Wegman's) because I did shit today. My mother woke up not feeling well (I haven't been on much so I neglected to mention that my brother-in-law came down with the flu the other day, then the baby had a fever yesterday, now my sister isn't feeling well also; I think we are at the point that this can't be blamed on me anymore) and was running a slight fever, so she didn't feel like going anywhere, as well as my sister was thinking about running places without the baby, which would have meant my mom would have had to babysit him. But then she never called. So I never got anywhere. Not that I really had anywhere to go nor did I feel like going anywhere considering how cold it was outside, but I have been in all damn day! I am going stir crazy right now!
And then to annoy me even more, not only did I not get to do anything today, but next weekend is my grandfather's party and the following weekend is my nephew's party. ARGH! And do you know what is [shamefully] annoying me most about these parties? How much they're going to interfere with my routine. And whether I will be home before 11:30PM next weekend.
This constant need to abide by a routine is starting to get incredibly frustrating. I am starting to get to the point where if I find my routine is going to be disrupted, even just a little, I really fly off the handle. Then again, there isn't much that isn't causing me to fly off the handle these days.
Honestly, with as much as I stress myself out, it's no wonder I am so short-tempered. I don't know how I have never blown up at work. I have come close to it, but always manage to keep it under control. It's very frustrating to be reading something and not comprehend anything and have to go read it over 5 or more times before you finally understand what you just read. And sometimes that doesn't even work. Or I'll type something and then go back and read it to make sure what I put was correct and then have to go back and check over it several more times to make sure what I put was correct. Or I'll get to an end of a chart and I'll be filled with such an overwhelming fear that I might have missed a medical visit or put a wrong date or doctor's name that I have to go back and go page by page and make sure I didn't put any incorrect dates or doctor names or miss any visits.
And the hell and frustration I have to go through just doing my damn job because I allowed my OCD to take control of my life, can you see why I was so enraged when I found out my FWA made that comment about my boss needing to be on my ass? If she really said it, that is, which I don't doubt she did, because as much as she claims to be such a wonderful nice person, she is every bit as 2-faced as the rest of the office, but then again, I can't seem to find anybody in that office who hasn't lied a few times to my face, so I don't know who to believe ever.
And it just frustrates me because for the most part I understand my job. And I guess I must do an okay job with it. And if my life wasn't currently being controlled by mental illness, I could be turning out a hell of a lot more work than I currently do.
I am glad I was able to get out a little on Friday night (nothing overly exciting, my mother and I went to Chick-Fil-A for dinner, then I went and got a haircut and ran into Target and Wegman's) because I did shit today. My mother woke up not feeling well (I haven't been on much so I neglected to mention that my brother-in-law came down with the flu the other day, then the baby had a fever yesterday, now my sister isn't feeling well also; I think we are at the point that this can't be blamed on me anymore) and was running a slight fever, so she didn't feel like going anywhere, as well as my sister was thinking about running places without the baby, which would have meant my mom would have had to babysit him. But then she never called. So I never got anywhere. Not that I really had anywhere to go nor did I feel like going anywhere considering how cold it was outside, but I have been in all damn day! I am going stir crazy right now!
And then to annoy me even more, not only did I not get to do anything today, but next weekend is my grandfather's party and the following weekend is my nephew's party. ARGH! And do you know what is [shamefully] annoying me most about these parties? How much they're going to interfere with my routine. And whether I will be home before 11:30PM next weekend.
This constant need to abide by a routine is starting to get incredibly frustrating. I am starting to get to the point where if I find my routine is going to be disrupted, even just a little, I really fly off the handle. Then again, there isn't much that isn't causing me to fly off the handle these days.
Honestly, with as much as I stress myself out, it's no wonder I am so short-tempered. I don't know how I have never blown up at work. I have come close to it, but always manage to keep it under control. It's very frustrating to be reading something and not comprehend anything and have to go read it over 5 or more times before you finally understand what you just read. And sometimes that doesn't even work. Or I'll type something and then go back and read it to make sure what I put was correct and then have to go back and check over it several more times to make sure what I put was correct. Or I'll get to an end of a chart and I'll be filled with such an overwhelming fear that I might have missed a medical visit or put a wrong date or doctor's name that I have to go back and go page by page and make sure I didn't put any incorrect dates or doctor names or miss any visits.
And the hell and frustration I have to go through just doing my damn job because I allowed my OCD to take control of my life, can you see why I was so enraged when I found out my FWA made that comment about my boss needing to be on my ass? If she really said it, that is, which I don't doubt she did, because as much as she claims to be such a wonderful nice person, she is every bit as 2-faced as the rest of the office, but then again, I can't seem to find anybody in that office who hasn't lied a few times to my face, so I don't know who to believe ever.
And it just frustrates me because for the most part I understand my job. And I guess I must do an okay job with it. And if my life wasn't currently being controlled by mental illness, I could be turning out a hell of a lot more work than I currently do.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Random Thoughts
I saw the last name Dort earlier and then I thought of Bort and started giggling. I don't know how I have been a Simpsons fan for pretty much most of my life and I am just learning of the Bort joke now. Or maybe because it's been so damn long since I saw that episode that it just got buried in my brain somewhere amongst the wreck of Titanic proportions known as my mind. I swear though in that episode where the Russian girl teaches Bart piano that she calls him Bort.
I don't know what my problem this week is, but I have been one nasty emotional bitch. Then again I am around the middle of my cycle so it's quite possible I am just having pre-PMS. But this new coworker of mine, I swear one of these days I am going to completely lose it on her, because she is getting on my last nerve. She was bitching about the radio station again today, that we need to find one that doesn't play the same stuff over and over again. I laughed and said "well, good luck with that, because this station is not nearly as bad as most out there". And then she actually had the nerve to call it a top 40 station. Uh, it's an alternative rock station. You're not going to find most, if any, top 40 on there, you stupid cow. And you're certainly not going to find a lot of the stuff they play on other stations (e.g. MGMT). Plus, I don't know why she bitches about the station considering they play fucking Linkin Park all of the time.
Ugh, I can't believe tomorrow is only Thursday. But on the plus side, it's Food Factory night!
I don't know what my problem this week is, but I have been one nasty emotional bitch. Then again I am around the middle of my cycle so it's quite possible I am just having pre-PMS. But this new coworker of mine, I swear one of these days I am going to completely lose it on her, because she is getting on my last nerve. She was bitching about the radio station again today, that we need to find one that doesn't play the same stuff over and over again. I laughed and said "well, good luck with that, because this station is not nearly as bad as most out there". And then she actually had the nerve to call it a top 40 station. Uh, it's an alternative rock station. You're not going to find most, if any, top 40 on there, you stupid cow. And you're certainly not going to find a lot of the stuff they play on other stations (e.g. MGMT). Plus, I don't know why she bitches about the station considering they play fucking Linkin Park all of the time.
Ugh, I can't believe tomorrow is only Thursday. But on the plus side, it's Food Factory night!
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Random Thoughts
I am listening to "A Song Can Change Your Life" by Mark Masri right now. I forgot how pretty that song was. Not quite sure why I stopped listening to it before. I should really be listening to the TV, though, because it's one of my 2 TV nights- it's Food Factory night!
I hate to say this for fear of jinxing myself but my bladder hasn't bothered me in quite a few weeks. And it didn't really occur to me until this week and I started thinking, well, why is that? And then an unsettling thought crossed my mind- was it really bothering me all because of my anxiety? Was my anxiety that bad that it was making me feel those problems? Or think I was?
Ugh, I am so annoyed about tomorrow. I don't want to eat bad! My mom hollered at me earlier that I need to just join in, that it won't kill me (my digestive system begs to differ) and I'll probably just work it off anyway. Still. I want to be bad on my own terms! I wish people would get off my back about my weight and eating habits. I always have to laugh about how everyone tells me I eat terrible yet argues with me when I say I think I might have a vitamin deficiency of some sort. If my diet is that terrible and unnutritious, then why would it be unheard of?
I am so glad tomorrow is Friday otherwise. Saturday my sister and I are supposed to go to the Cheesecake Factory, which means.....PUMPKIN CHEESECAKE!*
*yes, my life is so sad I am excited about cheesecake
I hate to say this for fear of jinxing myself but my bladder hasn't bothered me in quite a few weeks. And it didn't really occur to me until this week and I started thinking, well, why is that? And then an unsettling thought crossed my mind- was it really bothering me all because of my anxiety? Was my anxiety that bad that it was making me feel those problems? Or think I was?
Ugh, I am so annoyed about tomorrow. I don't want to eat bad! My mom hollered at me earlier that I need to just join in, that it won't kill me (my digestive system begs to differ) and I'll probably just work it off anyway. Still. I want to be bad on my own terms! I wish people would get off my back about my weight and eating habits. I always have to laugh about how everyone tells me I eat terrible yet argues with me when I say I think I might have a vitamin deficiency of some sort. If my diet is that terrible and unnutritious, then why would it be unheard of?
I am so glad tomorrow is Friday otherwise. Saturday my sister and I are supposed to go to the Cheesecake Factory, which means.....PUMPKIN CHEESECAKE!*
*yes, my life is so sad I am excited about cheesecake
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