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Okay, in theory, I love after-Christmas shopping, becuase ornaments. However. Theory is awesome, fact is not so much, and it only occurred to me when it was *way too late* that the slight morning headache I usually have would build into a marvelously huge afternoon headache and my legs are killing me and I honestly think this must be hwo it feels to have a truck run over you. Except without the blood and etc.

Ibuprofen seems to have taken the edge off. I have this really unfortunate desire to go yell at neighborhood children to be quiet, then throw shoes at them. Considering at this moment there *are* no neighborhood children? This can't be a good sign.

I'm napping. Screw it being five--if I get more irritated with the world, I will seriously sit on the porch and *watch for people to speed* or something, so I can throw shoes. I am in that place of negative moodiness.

Right. This entry is *specifically* for whining. Just, you know, pass on by now while I control homicidal tendencies.
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*rubs your poor liddle head* Hey, I had to scrape a poor dead kitty off the middle of the road this morning on my way to work, and I'd like to do more than throw shoes at the assholes who kept running him over before I could run out into traffic to move him out of the way!! Grrrr!! I am joining you in your irritation with the world! *raids Imelda Marcos' closet*

Well, at least be sure to throw the shoes you *don't* like. Of course, if you throw them all, you get new ones...hmmmm

Okay, that settles it -- not venturing to the mall today. Besides, I did my post-Xmas shopping spree online last night anyway -- I'd just be going to look for a new calendar and pick through the marked-down Xmas cards so I'd have some new ones for next year...

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