2 current annoyances in my life:

-the price of airfare on the weekend of my nephew’s first birthday. $500 through supposed “discount travel websites” is too damn much for just going for a weekend. So much for surprising Michelle with a visit.

-big stoopid vintage print at work won’t go away. Was supposed to take a couple of hours to do on Tuesday afternoon; the fucker still hasn’t left my desk.

-my contact lenses are fucking up because I’m all tuckered out from funnee aerobics.

-I can’t go to bed because I’m doing laundree.

-I’m tired of my stoopid cold and even stoopider runny nose.

-I had to talk to my mom for a half hour last night. No wait, I had to listen to her talk about herself for a half hour. No, I take that back again. When I mentioned how I’m using my tax return to pay off both stoopid eye doctors that I owe like 600 bucks to, she did take a second to ask how the eye was doing. She never does this because it’s a grim topic and she doesn’t like to have to face very real bad news. Poor me, I’m blind in one eye and they can’t make that come back and they can’t guarantee the good eye’ll stay good. Boo-fucking-hoo.

-my oh-so-hilarious baby-taking-a-shower-in-a-urinal baby shower invitation design (maybe you should read that “the card that was basically just a picture of a garbage pail kid”) was fully appreciated by jen, and then thrown back to the drawing board by the powers that be. Which, given, was totally expected on my part. I just did it to be funny. Why don’t we just get lazy and use the one not-terribly-inappropriate card I did do?

-payday’s tomorrow, and I’ll be poor again on Saturday. Stoopid bills.

-avril lavigne’s still alive. Dammit.

What’s the deal with me tonight? I’ve got no real reason to be this annoyed at nothing in particular. (no, thanks for asking, it’s not p.m.s.) I’m guessing it’s two things: I just want to go to sleep, and I’m kinda pissed that I’m gonna miss my nephew’s first birthday.

In other news, I don’t spend a whole lot of time yelling at the television. Except for maybe when the Lakers are on and winning. But last night I yelled at the tv twice. Once in anger when the news cut in on Seinfeld for a special report, and then again just a few seconds later in amazement that holy shit they found Elizabeth Smart. Nine months later. And she’s okay. It was weird, last June when Domi and I took the bus to North Dakota (yes, there is a North Dakota), there were fliers up everywhere in the Utah area for this girl, and even in some of the surrounding states. It was so weird having it in your face like that instead of just hearing blurbs about it on the news. I’m so glad she’s okay, even if some of the story doesn’t really add up. I figure I worry so much about child abuse/abduction stories I hear about because of mine and my family’s history, which we really do not need to discuss here. Eeesh. (Whoever thinks they’ve heard all of it probably hasn’t and maybe doesn't need to.)

So this wasn’t such a bright shiny blog. I’ll be better tomorrow morning, I promise. And if I’m not, then I’ll draw some puke and POW! (penis) I’ll be just peachy!

It's amazing how you can be really grumpy one minute, type penis, and start giggling again. The end.