So, this is the post where I just make a list and ramble on about stuff that could be its own post, but just isn’t fleshed out quite enough to really be worth reading. Shall we begin?
1. This month has been so fucked up, lots of highs and lows–lots of adversity and difficulties–and my terrible attitude. And I was told that it was because Mercury was in retrograde–yeah, okay. What does that even mean? Something astrologically dire, I’m imagining–but because I don’t really believe in astrology, I’ll just have roll with it and do a wait and see. Things seem to be looking up a little–which is in line with what another friend told me about the end of the month. Alrighty then. It still doesn’t make me believe in astrology–which is, what I’m told, a Sagitarius would say.
2. I’m still in the guest room at my parents’ house. I’m pretty sure that I’ll be there forever–at least in spirit–kind of like prison or something (you never REALLY get out–rawr!). What’s different now is that my house is almost done and all sorts of packages are arriving for it, like light fixtures, a microwave drawer (yeah, I don’t get it either), an actual range, a range hood and all sorts of little stuff, like towels, kitchen stuff, etc. Let’s just say that we are ALL ready for me, the kitters and my parcels to be gone. There’s nothing like being told that you’re a ginormous imposition to make you feel special and cherished. Thanks, Dad. Oh, and intimating that my mom wanted me out also was just the icing on this shit-filled, fuck-juice cake. Bosco. You should probably stop wondering why I used to be so screwed up–b/c this might just be your sign. And I get that that is a bratty, petulant thing to say, but I just don’t care.
3. I’ve said this before–but it bears repeating–being touched by strangers, when it is uninvited, makes my skin crawl. I was touched A LOT last night–and some rando even actually played with my hair–near the scalp. It’s not like he pulled on one of my curls (which is bad enough)–this guy’s got his whole hand into it on the top of my head. Yuck. In addition, a pair of drunks tried to see my id after I carded them–insisting that I wasn’t old enough to be there. Wow. You boys are just so funny. I can’t imagine why I wouldn’t want to show you my license which includes my home address. Try again. Oh (on a related note), please never, ever give into a drunk AF urge to wait for someone at their home because you can’t get ahold of them any other way. That’s drunk logic–time to go home when that sets in b/c that goes nowhere good. Fun? Oh hell yes! Good? Yeah, no.
4. Okay, don’t kill me, but I love the ad for AHS with lots of Lady Gaga and Ramstein remixed. You may not like her music, but she is a creative force of nature. Mad snaps for that.
5. There really is no reason to wake me up at 8am to answer any house questions. Yeah, I get it, you don’t want to screw anything up–and I appreciate it, I really, really do–but 8am? Seriously? And have you ever heard of a phone? You have? Good. Use it.
6. Okay, can we please make some sort of enforceable rule that movie and TV people CANNOT use London Calling or God Save the Queen ever again over a shot of the sights of London? How freaking annoying is that?! It’s like, yeah, we get it–it’s London–we know all of the sights b/c we aren’t fucking retarded and we haven’t lived in a cave our whole lives. You show me Big Ben, the Tower Bridge and Buckingham Palace–I think London. Please don’t bastardize the soundtrack of my misspent youth to point out the obvious. And yeah, I know that the Sex Pistols were a manufactured punk “boy band”–and I don’t care. Just stop it.
7. And speaking of boy bands–can we just NOT with Fallout Boy and that damn, Uma Thurman, song?! How dare they use my beloved Musters’ theme song in that horrible excuse for music?! Marilyn Munster is my spiritual twin and I resent the hell out of that fucking song. Waaah.
8. Road head? Yay or Nay? I’m all in the yay column (surprised? Duh)–it is a wonderful way to connect, beat boredom AND road monotony–and it definitely helps to keep the peace. And if you angle your shoulders just right, you can totally work around a stick shift. Besides, it beats the hell out of I-spy.
9. I love my life. Things may be hard and a bit adverse right now–given the daily arguments with my parents–but I’m honestly very, very happy overall. I thought of this tonight at Happy Hour with one of my best friends and her sister (who I absolutely adore)–we were talking about what our lives would look like if we had stayed with our “original” partners (ie. first boyfriends and first/starter husbands). I am so much happier right here/right now. I can’t imagine anyplace I’d rather be for a home base (I mean the FM–not the guest room). I have AMAZING friends that are more like family, an uber awesome (and handsome/sexy/funny/BRILLIANT) FWB and wonderful parents. What more could anyone ever ask for? Nada. That’s what. xo
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