This morning, I pushed the snooze button for an hour and forty-five minutes.
I nearly didn’t get up at all. And when I did, I didn’t bother with a shower. I just tugged my long hair into a ponytail, changed my clothes and left the apartment.
Maybe I’ve just been in pain for too many days in a row. Or maybe I’m really much more broken up by the series finale of Friends than I let on. Or maybe, just maybe, I’m really legitimately miffed. In which case, I intend to stay that way for a while.
This current state of miffed-ness, having simmered down substantially from last night’s knife-wielding rage (Sorry guys. I swear, I was only going to cut the bread) is really more the bastard stepchild of disappointment than anything else.
And while I still feel like karate chopping someone in the throat — you know, Miss Piggy style — I’m going to settle for being in one pretty considerable funk. Less violent that way.
I am sorta tempted to let the girls do their thing with ninja stars, though.
PS To the nice man from Wee Book Inn: I inadvertently deleted your email. I did intend to respond, so if you’d like to leave your address, that’d be swell.
I don’t wish to get to overinterpret here, but is anything, uh, wrong?
like k said–ninja stars. at the ready. say the word.
This is beginning to sound like the type of situation where he isn’t going to be able to redeem himself. Which sucks, mostly for you.
The longer I hang out with Tribe Girls, the more heavily armed they seem to be. It’s getting to the point that I’m considering renting a bunker.
Hope things get better for you soon.
rememeber: men are stupid. not gonna change.
i’m with you.
yeah, rent that bunker. then we’ll commandeer it and FILL IT WITH WEAPONRY. and cupcakes. weaponry and cupcakes.
heh. Miss Piggy-style karate chops.
HHHIIII — YA!