I'm in this ranty, cranky mood right now. I just want to spew forth venom on topics ranging from the scandal in the justice department to things about ex-friends that just make me want to scream. And every possible topic in between, including, but not limited to: toxic chemicals in popcorn and diet soda, co-workers + job = bad, cicadas being diiiiisgusting, traffic being f-ed up for no good reason, gas prices being jacked because oil barons are greedy assholes (the price of oil is falling, you bastards), buildings being too cold in the summer to work in capris/skirts/short sleeves, the music industry in general, the frustratingly unclean apt. I live in, crappy boring summer nights spent doing nothing because I did all the fun stuff at work during the day, not knowing what to feed myself because I'm trying to avoid chemically stuff, Sam hating his job, etc etc.
I'm sure I could go on forever, but I'm trying to not to be too unbearable and it's probably failing miserably. I don't know why I'm in such a bad mood, but jeez, it's really bringing me down. Maybe a walk will help.
(Then again, maybe not. Those cicadas are really freaking gross, people. They were all over the sidewalk and pavement near a big tree in the parking lot today, and it felt like I was walking through a minefield of disgusting HUGE bugs. I almost screamed, and I am not kidding. Instead, I swore badly under my breath the whole time I was walking through the obstacle course of dead cicadas. Ewk, ewk, ewk. I'm ready for them to go away again.)
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