Bah.

[sandmansister]

Bone-ass tired. Sore. Grumpy.

Stoopit hormones.

Stoopit still-not-feeling-a-lot-better ribs.

Bah, I say.




Yeah, I know, I know... I'm not on fire. I haven't lost an eye. Which means I have no real excuse for being grumpy... which only makes me grumpier.

Bah.

Comments

[cluegirl.livejournal.com]

I miss you, cupcake...

[sandmansister.livejournal.com]

Awwww... I wanted to explode!

Miss you too.

xoxoxo,
-a (who is wishing clean, lemony fresh victory would be mine)

[minirth.livejournal.com]

Whoever told you that you don't get to be grumpy unless you are on fire or have lost an eye needs to be SET ON FIRE and STABBED IN THE EYE.

AGH!

Of course, they're probably related to my mother. Her "cure" for insomnia was to "close your eyes and think happy thoughts". Yeah, we got along REAL WELL back in the day. :)

Um, well...

[sandmansister.livejournal.com]

It would be a DIY job... which means I ought to set the blaze before I reaech for the spork, yes? (See, I did learn something in math. Order of operations is important.) Haven't told myself that per se, but somehow I just don't feel justified in my grumpies. Like, "Sheesh, what right do you have?!?" It's crap and I know it, but can't seem to escape the nagging feeling.

Your mom and my mom? Separated at birth. At least now she will call someone an asshole if he cuts her off in traffic (though she will immediately disavow ever letting the word slip from her lips).

Re: Um, well...

[minirth.livejournal.com]

My mom has become much more realistic in the past several years, which helps a lot. :) She's still a bit more of a whitelighter than I would like, but I don't feel the urge to kill her every time we talk! :)

Re: Um, well...

[sandmansister.livejournal.com]

I also jokingly remind myself that I'm not on fire and haven't put out an eye so I can get perspective on things... but today it's just making me feel guilty for being grumpy.

Again I say, "Stoopit hormones."

And also... my mom too. She gets that I must bitch or explode... and listens when I tell her, "Don't fix it, just listen!" which makes me far less hostile. :P

[son-of-dust.livejournal.com]

It's all fun and games until someone loses and eye.

Then it's hilarious.

And there is nothing more fun than an open field with gasoline soaked zombies and a single match... Unless it is an open field full of gasoline soaked zombies and a helo mounted .50 cal machine gun...

Now THAT"S Entertainment!

SoD

[sandmansister.livejournal.com]

In derby we say, "It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt..." and people wonder what I see in it. Sheesh!

Have ya met me?!?!? LOL