Random Thoughts

Can't believe it's time to go back to work already. Ugh. I dread going in to that big ass file earlier. God, I am such a frigging idiot taking that on. What the hell is wrong with me?

Because of my guilt complex, I decided to put my FWA back on my Facebook newsfeed and I am already ready to remove her again. She posted almost 40 pictures on Thanksgiving for her brat's first Thanksgiving and all the pictures basically were of the baby playing on the floor. Wow, how exciting. And then the next night she posted 52 pictures of the baby meeting her cousin. Fifty two pictures! And every day it's a whole bunch of pictures. She posts pictures constantly and they all look like the same crap- the baby playing on the floor. Besides her family, who the fuck cares?

And on Thanksgiving she posted some sappy post about how thankful she is for her family and went on some long string about the amazing man by her side. Oh yeah, he's so amazing. He hasn't worked in god knows how many years and pretty sure he wasn't working when he knocked her up, the whole time she was knocked up, and to this day. That's why I still have to laugh about that day she whined to me about when she tried to get WIC and how did they expect her to support 3 people on a $28,000 a year salary. Your irresponsibility is not WIC's problem, sweetie.

One day in work I heard her call the one who plays on her phone "Vee". Apparently, that is her nickname, because it's on her lunch bag as well. Christ, that is a terrible nickname. All I can think of is that god awful Summer's Eve slogan "hail to the V". I loathe that slogan.   

I was watching Sex and the City on E! earlier and while I like watching it, although I swear the same few episodes are showing every time I put it on, I cannot stomach the commercials for the shows E! airs. Pretty sure Satan must have spawned that station with the trash they play.

I wanted to bitch some lady out at the market earlier. I loathe people that deliberately get into express lanes with a significant amount more items than the maximum allowed. My mom and I were in a 15 items or less lane at the market earlier and this bitch behind us must have had at least 30 items. I think it's real shit that the cashiers can't say anything in most, if not all, places. When people do shit like that, I want to stand at the end of the register with a megaphone and count each item loudly as it comes down the belt and at the end, yell "congratulations! You had [number of items] in a [number of items] or less lane!".

I'm feeling blah that Thanksgiving is already over and Christmas is on its way. I realized a couple of posts I wrote that I love the holidays despite numerous past posts bitching about how much I hate the holidays. I do like the holidays themselves; it's just everything else that makes me dislike them. And having such bad depression problems doesn't help. It sucks the joy out of everything. Sometimes I don't think I truly realize how much joy my mental problems are taking out of life, although the fact that I am starting to not enjoy anything is making me more aware of it.

And That Thing coming back is zapping a giant amount of pleasure and enjoyment in anything. All I want, aside from it TO GO THE HELL AWAY, is for someone to explain to me why I would want this. Why someone would want 2 perfectly functioning body parts to no longer work, because I sure as hell don't know why. And "because you're nuts" is neither a logical nor legitimate reason. And it's not very nice. Plus, I am pretty sure I am well aware of that fact.

I have also been so damn cranky since I woke up yesterday morning and I don't even know why, except maybe the start of PMS. I'm on day 24, so it should probably be about that time. That is, assuming it comes around the normal time it does. Unless it comes earlier. Or later. Or not at all.

LOLOLOLOLOL

Watching Sex and the City right now and Samantha is throwing herself a I don't have a baby shower. I should totally throw myself one of those.