All service departments insist on going out to lunch together all at the same time; at least that's how it works at my job. You don't like it, well you couldn't possibly understand how important they are.

bitches

Did someone forget to huff glue before work today, mmmm?

I WAS JUST BEGINNING TO GET MY FINANCES IN ORDER - PAID OFF MY CREDIT CARD, HAD REALLY CHIPPED AWAY AT THE LOAN I HAVE OUT, AND BEGUN TO GET SOME SAVINGS. WAS BEGINNING TO FEEL REALLY GOOD ABOUT IT ALL. AND LAST NIGHT I DROPPED THE FUCKING LAPTOP FOR THE SECOND TIME IN 6 MONTHS AND NOW I NEED TO GET THE SCREEN FIXED. THAT MEANS WE'VE SPENT THE SAME AMOUNT ON SCREENS THAT WE DID ON THE FUCKING THING IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE.

aw jonathanstrange i hate it when that happens :( i get so annoyed paying for repairs that are a substantive portion of the original cost

(awesome book btw isn't it?)

Thanks Firas. I was hoping to buy myself a new netbook - there goes that plan for the next few months. DOH!

(and yes, a great book - I still haven't gotten around to reading Ladies of Grace Adieu yet though.. I really should)

I FELT REALLY NAUSEATED ALL DAY TODAY, AND AT FIRST I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A COLD, BUT THEN MUDDDUDE POINTED OUT THAT I'M A FEW DAYS LATE, AND THERE'S A SLIGHT PROBABILITY THAT I COULD BE PREGNANT.

A) FUCK YOU VERY MUCH, MUDDDUDE, THAT'S JUST THE SORT OF PARANOIA I NEED RIGHT NOW.
B) IF I EVER DO GET PREGNANT, AND IT CONSISTS OF DAILY, SUSTAINED NAUSEA, I WILL NEVER, EVER HAVE KIDS.

I'M EVER SO CROSS!

Am I doing it wrong? This doesn't feel very cathartic.

I dunno if it's right or wrong, but it was pretty cute! ;)

NOT CUTE! CROSS! AND CRANKY! AND GROUCHY! HAVE BEEN SINCE YESTERDAY!

SO CROSS AND CRANKY AND GROUCHY THAT THE FOLLOWING EXCHANGE WITH MY SWEET PARTNER TWITCHED MY GROUCHINESS EVEN FURTHER.

Elsa: I'm sorry I was so terse. I'm just so cross! I've been cranky and grouchy all day.

The Fella: It's no big deal. So you're grumpy! You're entitled to get grumpy.

Elsa [silently to herself*]: GRUMPY?!? WHO THE HELL SAID I WAS GRUMPY?!? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TO CALL ME GRUMPY?!? I'm CROSS!

So, I'll cheerfully admit ("cheerfully"? oh, hell, no, but I'll admit, anyway) that I'm "cross," "grouchy," and "cranky." But "grumpy"? CERTAINLY NOT, AND THAT'S A LOT OF CHEEK YOU HAVE TO SUGGEST IT, MISTER.

*At least I managed to keep the last bit inside my head instead of giving it voice.

tis ok Elsa. Not every incoherent rant need be a raging torrent of epithet-riddled spleen. Incoherent rants can encompass all manner of emotion; love, astonishment, joy, fear, younameit. Honestly our 4YO neighbour up the street enjoys the odd rant about bugs and squicky things, and it's (also) pretty noteworthy.

Yeah, but usually I can spill out invective that would make your ears bleed. The past few days, I've been hopping mad in this Beatrix-Potter way that is best expressed as being "ever so cross."

If I had a cartoon thought bubble over my head, its caption would be "Oh, fiddlesticks!"

I have no explanation for my mood, but being so freaking adorable about it isn't tamping down the crossness any faster.

KNUT WILL NEVER KNOW.
WHAT KIND OF WORLD IS THIS.
IN WHAT KIND OF WORLD DOES ELIZABETH WURTZEL EVEN GET TO WRITE, AND ABOUT DAVID FOSTER WALLACE?

IT'S DARK OUT.

ethylene, that gawker piece about elizabeth wurtzel is such vicious girl-on-girl hate, it's almost jaw-dropping! I for one am totally in favour of vapid sluts.

Ugh. i meant twhat she "wrote" in ny magazine.
Whatever your thing for "vapid sluts."