You're so Vain, You Probably Think this LJ is About You

  

FRUSTRATED! FRUSTRATED! FRUSTRATED!

Ugh. Wild fires are raging 15 miles north/northeast of us and everyone seems to be losing their shit over lack of containment/drought conditions exacerbating the situation/etc. I am going to sit here and pretend I am a pretty, pretty princess until I can get a grip. What made it real to me was that my work just instituted their "Red Alert" system, where they call you and tell you that there is bad weather/dangerous conditions/the Apocolypse happening and to be careful. I just got 2 voice mails and 2 text messages from some creepy disembodied voice. 

Two weeks to go until I depart for the family cruise. My parents, Paul, and I are flying to Los Angeles to meet up with the Kid and Traci to go on a Carnival cruise. I am looking forward to spending time with my family, but preparing for the trip has been a pain because everyone keeps asking me questions, but I can't remember 5 minutes ago, much less 5 years ago (also JP always took care of planning our previous cruises and no one seems to want to ask him anything).

All this plus my own planning and the thought of navigating my parents through airports and onto the ship just makes me want to lie down. And never get up. Wah, wah, wah - me and my middle-class, first world problems, eh?

The local playhouse is putting on Xanadu: The Musical and I have already bought tickets! I don't have...high expectations, but if someone wants to put on rollerskates and pretend to be a Muse while singing Magic and Suddenly, then I am honor-bound to go and watch them do it. Yay!

Okay, time to go be a grown-up or something.

Texas governor Rick Perry is running for President? Excuse me while I hurl. This man has no right holding public office but unfortunately an overwhelming number of Texans disagree with me. He is like... a less attractive and charming Sarah Palin.

This news coming after a particularly horrible work day is just the shit icing on my crap cake.

So, I came home and ate my feelings:


pan dulce, yum!

I don't really serve it on a serape with a side of maracas...this is just to give you a visual.

Maybe some Mighty Boosh will make me feel better. Although, really, the only thing that would cheer me up right now is a phone call informing me that I have won the lottery and can stop working immediately.

I would go gay for Sarah McLachlan and that's all I am going to say about that. ♥

I just watched her Afterglow concert on DVD and developed an irrational hatred for her ex-husband, although I am sure he is a nice man. But in the way that some people have gaydar, I have douchedar; however it's more of a gut reaction than anything else so maybe if I actually talked to him, I would feel differently.

These random and pointless thoughts have been brought to you by NyQuil, which I have been subsisting on since I got sick mid-week. I am coughing a little less since I hacked up one of my lungs on Thursday but the really exciting news is that I can now hear out of one ear. Yay! I was going to start that positive meme shit today, but maybe I better hold it for tomorrow.

Although things don't get much more positive than me drunk on NyQuil...

I was going to say that it's bedtime, but it's fucking 8:30 at night. Yeesh.

1. The Last Airbender was, unfortunately, very bad. What a waste of Jackson "Fine Ass" Rathbone. The special effects and fight scenes were mostly good. I loves me some slo-mo action sequences so I can actually see what is going on. But the writing and most of the acting and the overall herky-jerky storytelling was just...yuck. Oh, M. Night. I still love you, though. Not enough to go see another midnight showing of yours, but still...

2. Thanks to the non-stop rain and time of the month, I now am enjoying horrible cramps/my period and the biggest sinus headache ever to set up residence in my noggin simultaneously. Ugh. Everything hurts and squirts. Sorry for the TMI.

3. OHMYGODTHECRAMPS!!!!

4. Due to all of the above, I got nothing done at work today and thus have to work tonight. Which I am going to do momentarily. I swear.

I had a whole angry post about the vitriolic town halls and the swastika graffiti on a congressman's office sign, but when every other word in said post is a variation on the words "dumb" and "fuck," I figured maybe I should calm down a bit before posting my reflections.

*ahem*

So anyhoo, t-mobile, after busting my balls for the last 6 months by rejecting again and again my emails requesting that my bill go paperless, FINALLY made it a selection on their website. Before you had to request it on the site, then reply to an email they sent you within a 24-hour period, and go on some sort of scavenger hunt or something. Way to go, dumbfucks.

See what I did there? I am so crabby.

In other bitchy news, I started my period today AND I had an all-day class that involved standing up and sitting down a lot, oh joy. PMS was in full force, let me tell you. Still, I got a lot of nice compliments from my current and former team members when it came time for the positive coaching exercise. Go me, god-dammit.

And, finally, a meme I have stolen from the lovely ellen_drell  to take my mind off...things:

The BBC believes most people will have read only 6 of the 100 books here. How do your reading habits stack up?

( There be books here! )

Cranky-pants.

CRANKY. PANTS.

I love everyone's concern, but if one more person tells me, "Gee, you look/sound terrible!" I am going to dislocate my jaw and eat them.

Rawr.