it's a convoluted mess
S: *heavy sigh* R: Everything alright? S: Oh…just reading the internet. R: Realizing all hope for humanity is lost? S: Pretty much. R: Reading the internet will do that. S: I’m going to go back to watching music videos of cute boys in bands. R: That’s a good idea. Because it’s better than reality right now. (Shattered (Turn the Car Around) by O.A.R.) — Shattered (Turn the Car Around) O.A.R.
I don’t know who wrote the code for MS Word’s spelling and grammar check, but I’m pretty sure they don’t actually know anything about grammar. Or spelling. Dictionary words are quite frequently not in Word’s dictionary. Do you have any idea how many times I write grammer before I spell it grammar? THANKS, ANDY. *ahem* I type “Is it true?” Word tries to convince me it’s supposed to be “Am it true?” NO, WORD, it… Keep reading…See the future…
I gave up on Facebook almost two years ago. It was getting increasingly more difficult to filter out the shit I didn’t want to see and instead of fighting with the ever-changing (largely non-functional) settings of the site, it was just easier to STOP. It was a fantastic decision. I don’t miss it in the least. Sure I have no idea what’s going on with people I actually know, but really, if they miss me… Keep reading…Twittered out…
1.) It snowed…a lot…Wednesday morning. Normally not headline news, but I had an appointment at 9AM twelve miles from my house and it took 45 minutes to get there in really slow traffic on un-plowed roads. Thank God I had Bob to drive me instead of having to drive myself. 2.) I met my new psychiatrist. She’s very monotone. She took a lot of notes. I shed a lot of tears and snot. When I… Keep reading…Never mind the reasons…
1.) Saturday night Bob and I were down in the basement while he changed the furnace filter and I found a dead mouse on the floor. WHAT. THE FUCK? Where did it come from and why was it dead? Also, now I want to set traps all over the damn house because I’m convinced there was a rodent in my kitchen rattling silverware on dishes on the counter on Sunday afternoon while Bob and I… Keep reading…Wait for me…
Spam comments trying to sell me Cymbalta. OH. FUCK. NO. I was on Cymbalta once. Once. That shit set me back so far it was like I’d never make any progress at all. Also it killed my sex drive to the point that the mere mention of the act made me want to scream and sob uncontrollably. I wish I was exaggerating. ANYWAY. I was showered and dressed by 8:30 this morning. (On a SATURDAY!)… Keep reading…Need to break out…