I am in a shitbag mood today, due in part to the fact that my feet are SOAKING WET and in part to the fact that the last 18 hours have gone in no way as I had hoped. (Many thanks to those of you who talked me off the ledge, though. You rock!)
So while I sit under my desk, brooding, wringing out my socks and biting people in the ankles, I offer you these treats that I've collected over the last week or so.
1. I saw a sign for the Watch Outlet the other day and it struck me as a very alarmist place to shop.
2. Nobody told me that the movie Sybil (which I watched instead of doing psychology homework) was three hours long. I didn't like her. I really really didn't like her.
3. If you wear drawstring pants, let me offer you a quick bit of advice: don't postpone peeing until the very last moment. It might have disasterous results.
4. Finally, a candidate I can really get behind!
5. I saw a show on Friday night and at one point one of the characters mentioned something about not wanting to contribute to the "mass lobotomy." That (among a slew of other things in that show) really hit me.
6. I'm keeping track of how far I've traveled by foot (either running or walking) for the month of June. I think it would be funny to get to Louisiana or something. So far I've gone 13 miles. It's not Louisiana, but it is New Jersey.
7. Walking home from the grocery store yesterday, I was pushing my granny cart, and this older guy shouts out to me, "Now that's what I call a good housewife!" I was so appalled, and really wanted to teach this guy a thing or two about modern life, but all I managed to squawk out was, "I'M NOT MARRIED!" Sure showed him.
8. And last, but not least, care of Christina: a work-related treat.
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