WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?
I am very Grumpy.
No, that’s too cutesy sounding — although the image of the cave-dwelling dwarf with a pick ax slung over his shoulder, kinda feels right. At the same time, fury or rage overshoots…grrr — damn words. [Insert emoticon of monster who lives in the garbagae can] or [Insert martian with the laser] (Hmmm…our childhood is chock full of these characters.)
Thankfully, (in that begrudging, I guess so, way that you concede a point to someone who says “at least you have your health”) nothing really bad happened to me — but this day has just been rubbing me the wrong way for a good 15 hours now.
Is ‘chafed’ a mood?
First, I discovered that someone else has completely planned my next holiday weekend without any input from me whatsoever, but made irritatingly sure that it includes everything I would want to do with the weekend. So, if I cancel the weekend or change it, I would — purely out of spite – be making my own three day weekend worse than if I just went along.
Then, this stupid man, who I thought wanted to pass me to go through the Ikea cashier line -to the other side of the store (because he had no stuff in his hands) -stops right in front of me. Turns out he’s holding a spot for his stupid family pushing a big cart of stuff behind him and then, right in front of me.
Add to that, the traffic returning from Ikea (what the hell people, it’s not that great of a store), losing my distinctive white headphones, replacing them with some crappy, old headphones and a stupid girl putting her sandaled foot under the heel of my sneaker as I took a step backwards, making me wobble — I am one grumpy, grouchy Dawn.
Oh, and I could not care less about any stupid poker tournament which I may or may not have busted out first. Even though people were total cheaters with their looking at my cards, calling fake raises, and having bigger pairs than I.
And Karol owes me ten dollars.
And what the hell is with Candace and Ginger quitting?
I know you can’t make people blog…wait, why can’t you make people blog?
See, today sucks.
Grrrr. Hmmppphh.
12 DAYS TILL TV.
June 20th, 2005 at 7:07 am
a stupid girl putting her sandaled foot under the heel of my sneaker as I took a step backwards, making me wobble
I kill you. And you’re so paying for any toe surgery I might need.
June 20th, 2005 at 5:36 pm
you know all those grouchy monsters were actually loveable. i don’t know how that happend.
June 20th, 2005 at 6:58 pm
Wait… why can the addict not get a fix of tv for another 12 days, what’s going on?
June 20th, 2005 at 7:18 pm
She supposedly takes June off from tv-watching but actually she watches taped programming all day like it’s not the same thing.
June 20th, 2005 at 8:20 pm
It’s not.
June 20th, 2005 at 8:20 pm
So she cheats at everything?!!? My goodness… such a legal expert that Dawn Summers!!
June 20th, 2005 at 11:04 pm
ari,
you have no idea.
June 20th, 2005 at 11:29 pm
Oh I’m starting to get one ya little sneak!!
December 3rd, 2007 at 4:55 pm
[...] It has been 75 hours and thirty four minutes since my last television watching. I watched last week’s episode of House. Yesterday was the first day I was actually tempted to watch…I think I missed Desperate Housewives, but maybe not. It has been a couple of years since I tried to go any amount of time without television. I was re-reading posts from those days and boy was I angry. All the time. Not scary angry, funny angry, as in kill you with a pick ax, but laugh while I do it angry. Hmm…okay, that might be a little scary. I was going to write something about how I’m not that angry these days, but no, actually I’m pretty angry. And can someone tell me why New York City refuses to allow me to drive a car in Midtown. Or why Karol insists on waking me up nine times before 10 a.m.? And how come you can tell right away if a thing is good, but if takes a while to know if a thing is bad and if you decide it is well, all the more sucky for spending extra time with it? Oh and why am I Karol’s pie delivery service? And…AND why do people think they can double dip their food in my sauce. As in, dip, take a bite and then DIP AGAIN. Why don’t you just lick my face with your germy tongue and get it over with? Or why no matter how tactfully put, you just can’t utter the phrase “I don’t care,” without offending people. Good thing I no longer care about offending people. Why? Because people suck. 28 days to go. I need a No Television tag. [...]