HMPH!!

so, i'm hormonal right now. seriously hormonal.

today was pretty much the LONGEST fucking day EVER! i wasn't sure the clock was even moving. in fact, i'm still not sure it's moving. it feels like it should be 2 a.m. and i'll be damned if it's not even 7 p.m.

i don't know why today was so awful. it just was. This whole week has been long as hell and fuck it's only wednesday. I woke up thinking today would be a fairly good day, despite the fact that i woke up with a headache. it's time to do laundry, so i wore a cute skirt, did my hair and makeup and skipped off to work.

ok, i didn't skip. that just wouldn't be a pretty sight.

and, while i'm being honest, laundry day isn't the only reason i wore a cute skirt and did my hair & makeup.

so, i got to the middle school i was working at this morning. half the people i needed to see weren't there. grrr i finished up what i could and headed to the office. my paycheck was waiting on my keyboard for me (thank gawd) and guess what? the mother fuckers took over $100 out in taxes! ok, i know that for people who have real jobs, $100 is nothing compared to what you have to pay. but for me, that's a lot of fucking money!

about 10 minutes later, i started getting really really woozy. it was bad. real bad (name that commercial). i also started getting antzy. so, i grabbed my keys, told susie Q i'd be back and bolted for the truck (oh yeah, i'm driving Neighbor's truck again. we won't get into that). I went to the bank then i went to the bakery. mckay's coffee cake was calling my name. apparently it was calling my name from someone else's house because, guess what? they were out. fuck. so, i asked for lemon poppyseed muffins. nope, out of those too. damnitt! i was NOT going back to work empty handed, so i settled for a $15 pound cake, a lemon bar, and a giant Coke.

then my skirt blew up in the wind infront of a skeevy old man.

i got back to the office and my hair was somewhere along the lines of Diana Ross. so much for straightening it. still, i was fairly upbeat. i mean, i had pound cake and coke. and my skirt was still really cute.

but then the day dragged and dragged and dragged. even the pound cake wasn't keeping me satisfied. i went to target at lunch, certain that would cheer me up. but, the one thing i wanted, turned out to be not nearly as cute as i thought it would be. so, i didn't get it. i dunno...maybe it's cuter out of the bag. maybe next pay day.

i successfully made it out of target for less than $30, but i got back to work 5 minutes late. oops. oh well, no one seemed to notice or care. ah, the joys of being a pee-on!

the day dragged some more, but my spirits were lifted when 3:30 finally came around. just over another hour and i was going to be out of that place, on my way to the bar for drinks (ok, and bitching) with Italiano. mmmm beer and good conversation here i come! i could practically taste the beer on my tongue (notice i said beer, not $13 martini)

4:45 finally came around and Italiano helped me bring the chair and ottoman from the office over. but then he had to go. something came up. damnitt fuck shit damn ass!

sorry, tourette's cussing moment. i was just really looking forward to unwinding and spending time with a good friend.

oh well, shit happens. i understand. but understanding didn't keep my hormonal self from pouting a little. ok, a lot. geeze...leave a hormonal girl alone! (notice i said hormonal not crazy)

i'm a little better now. i ordered a pizza (and another coke), i've got a new book in the series i'm reading (except that i just found out i missed one...SHIT), i've only cried for a few minutes, and my living room is still fairly clean. and yes, my christmas tree is still up.

Rimmy? you and molly should catch a flight and come see Chablis & Me. and you know what? I'll sleep on the couch ;-)