Maybe it’s because I had to wake up early for an on-call appointment that ended up canceling on me right after it was booked is the reason why I’m quite bitter today. Work has gotten slow lately and my ass is-a-worried. (*checks out high-money ads in “Gigs” section of local Craigslist, out of curiosity*) Oh, and then there’s all this shit on TV perpetuating cell phone addiction. (And, by the way, what is so goddamn interesting in showing someone looking at their phone? That’s fucking boring. Show that person actually doing something, like tossing the salad of a death row inmate to hawk your products, why don’t you?) And skinny jeans and those idiot pound signs before words shit still exist. Ditto with this bullshit called “Lip Sync Battle”–one of the many products of mediocrity being rewarded these days. And I’m PMS-ing now and I just ran out of the good stuff to smoke so yes I’m in slaughter mode right now.
I know my writing suffers when I’m pissed, so I’m keeping this short. Plus, it’s a Saturday. I’d go out today, but I’ll be doing that tomorrow. The Folsom Street Fair in SF is happening then, and I think I’ll save my frustration for tomorrow, and unleash it on some leather-clad submissive then.
I never thought I’d say this, but I miss 2005. I thought that was a shit year, but looking back at it, times were better then. Fucking goddamn cell phones bullshit asshole stalkers please can the
asstag hashtag and all the things that piss me off fucking die and go to hell forever now.