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Random Wednesday

It is a truth universally acknowledged that I am not a people person.

Yep. Still true.

I remembered it was Wednesday. I just forgot it was the first.

OMG They need to bring Unhappy Hipsters back from the dead.

My hair looks like shit today. Which is annoying.

OMFG I can’t. I need to quit this job and stay home forever.

If you are against school choice, everything you ever say about helping children in poverty succeed academically so that they can move toward a better life is nothing but bullshit.

Sometimes I’m a genius.

Every once in a while I really miss mass. Like I get this urge to start going again. To go to confessional (boy would that be a long ass list). The ritual, the mystery. I miss it.

Eventually I come to my senses. But still.

My feet are hot. There’s nothing I hate more than when my feet are hot.

I really should not have had that coffee. I really should just accept the fact that I can’t drink coffee at all anymore and get on with my life. It’s really not a great loss.

I think reading this qualifies as professional development. I’m pretty sure.

I don’t understand what this woman is saying.

Stop rolling your eyes at me Krysten Ritter.

I was trying to type commendation and typed condemnation. I wonder what that says about me.

I wish I’d said yes to John T. when he asked me to dance in high school instead of the flat no I gave him instead. I didn’t know his home life wasn’t the best and what would it really have cost me to say yes? That’s one of the things I regret in my life. I could have been a little nicer in that moment, and I wasn’t. I will always feel shitty about that.

I guess I need to learn how to remove wallpaper and get to work on that bathroom. Maybe I can replace the carpet with tile too, while I’m at it. hahahahahaha right.

I’m sorry, Jodi Picoult. I think my love for you has waned.

I need to stop making such terrible food choices.

Wow. Ok. Tex.

I know you want to know.

I have a weird pain in my side boob. I hate random weird boob pain.

Well it’s true. I do have my moments.

I feel like I can never wear my kitty hat again. I should take it to the Goodwill or something.

Or burn it.

What was that other site with the catalogs? Like hipsters but in catalogs. With lots of passive aggression.

Goals. I don’t have any goals. I had a couple of goals. I met them. Now I just want to be left alone to suffer in silence. Is that so much to ask?

Wait. What??

I do not know what I will do when I run out of Blue Bloods episodes to watch.

Maybe I should go back to school.

Well your schedule link is broken. Which does not help me.

Yeah, I don’t actually care, so …

Oh Facebook, you wretched thing.

I think this book is having the opposite effect on me that it is supposed to. It might be making me homicidal.

I feel like I need a snack.

you’re miss misery. that’s all that you’ll ever be.

How progressive.


I hate this stupid enamel tea kettle.

OK. Giving up.


1 Comment

  1. ScottO

    You’re the second person in one day to mention giving up coffee. Oh, well. More for me! [pours sixth cup]

    Goals are for people who aren’t satisfied with their lives.

    Hey, maybe you have a goal of finishing Blue Bloods!

    Tea kettles are the worst thing to put in enamel. That’s why they’re so common.

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