Sorry, no sex here.
I’m in a weird mood today (see my Daily Con blog for an example). I
don’t know why. Probably its because I’ve been getting something like 5
hours of sleep for the past few nights, and I’ve been chugging down
Pepsi. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that my raging PMS
of the weekend is finally over. Yup, that’s right folks! I feel back
to my normal, even-keeled self–despite the fact that I am now bleeding
out bucketfuls of uterine tissues from my womanly parts.
How do I mean, “weird”? Well, I feel kinda playful, like tugging on
someone’s pigtails and running away….or discussing the full details of
my Aunt Flo’s visit….sometimes I feel sarcastic and cynical, and then
I don’t give a rats ass about whatever it was I was criticizing. I
frequently succumb to the urge to exaggerate bodily movements and
gestures to the point of ridiculousness. Then I laugh my head off when
my coworkers look at me funny.
I hate Sarah Silverman. I really really do. I’ve hated her for a long
time now…her “comedy” is rude, crude, and lame. This recent shit with
Britney Spears and the VMA only reinforced my dislike for that woman.
She’s so squinty-eyed pinched-faced, with a cocky additude that pisses
me off. Brian claims that every woman and gay man has one female they
hate to the point of passion. Like the host “Perez sez” of VH1, Perez,
absolutely hates Avril Lavigne. He draws devil horns on her portrait
and scrawls “boooo!” on her face. I’d do that to Sarah Silverman if I
had her picture.
Boo! Sarah Silverman, boo! Puss, filth, putrecence! Boo! Boo! BOOOOO!
Anyway, as I was saying….what was I saying? That damn woman….Oh,
yes I’m feeling wierd, and I don’t know why. I probably need some sex,
but alas! My dam has been breeched, and the canyon doth overflow, and
the villagers run fleeing the raging torrents.
Hump day? Humph! Sometimes I hate Wednesdays as much as I hate
Oops! I gotte get back to “work”. If you can call my job “work”. Is
it work if you sit on your ass all day and read blogs?