I am feeling very Charlie Brown-ish lately, so haven't been posting.

I just tried to buy two separate items on two separate websites and as soon as I entered my credit card number on both sites, they froze. So now I can't tell if the orders went through or what. Now I have to wait and see what happens on my credit card. So very irritated.

I think I need a zen master or something. My daily rage is just exhausting.

  

FRUSTRATED! FRUSTRATED! FRUSTRATED!

I would have updated this weekend but I was curled up on the couch, praying for Death's sweet release.

( I dunno...cut because I talk about my girly business... )

The good thing about not wanting to move around much is that I got a fair amount of reading done. I zoomed through Goblet of Fire and am just about through with Order of the Phoenix. This is my third go through the Harry Potter series and I love it as much as I ever did (although I never realized how often Hermione moaned - kinky!).

Work is always work and one minute I am being hailed as awesome and the next, I am being spoken to like the village idiot. I hate that BTW - if you ever really want to piss me off, be as patronizing as possible. You will see my eyeballs boil in their sockets and have the satisfaction of seing Pretentious Mel get her betch on.

I think I am going to have pancakes for dinner. I used to love it when my dad would make us pancakes for dinner...it always felt like we were being bad! LOL.

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.

Ugh. I have no idea why I am still awake. On weekdays, I get up at 5am and am generally asleep by 11pm, but on the weekends I stay up 'til 2 or 3 in the morning. It's madness!

( Work twaddle... )

In movie news, we saw Midnight in Paris, which was amusing and whimsical. The actor who plays Hemingway is just AWESOME - a caricature perhaps, but sincere and spot-on. Made me want to go and buy a million books about the Jazz Age and the Lost Generation (more on that in a mo).

We also went to see Westside Story at the local artsy fartsy theater that was screening it for free. Even though it's not one of my favorite musicals, it's still fantastic. Finger-snapping, pirouetting gang members rule! Also, the theater makes kick-ass Greek pizza. Yum!

Tonight, we went to see Green Lantern. Although the movie was far from perfect, it didn't deserve the vitriolic and hateful reviews that I have been reading. Ryan Reynolds is charming and I love, love, loooove Peter Sarsgaard, who was both icky and sympathetic in his too-small role. I'm glad I went to see it.

Oh, yes...and about the million books...I GOT MY KINDLE!!!! I named it Shakespeare and it has a lovely red cover and is already full of classic lit because it was free and I can read that crap over and over like nobody's business (Jane Austen, Louisa May Alcott, and Shakespeare, I am looking at you!). I have pretty much spent every free minute since Thursday browsing for kindle books, downloading kindle books, and reading on my kindle until I pass out from pure exhaustion. I have the Book Hunger, which I used to have 24/7 until (ironically) I went to college. Then it became sporadic and I went for long periods of time when I couldn't be arsed to finish an entire novel unless it was non-fiction, preferably of the historical variety. But the BH is back, baby!!!

Ohhhkay, bedtime.

True story: about 2 seconds after my boss approved my time off for the beach, my period started. I think my body was giving me the finger.

Why I have the best boyfriend ever: today, as I lay on the couch and prayed for death (a woman's period...DREADFUL, useless human experience IMHO), he ran my errands and brought me back a Snickers Blizzard from Dairy Queen (which I promptly hoovered up...YUM).

Thank you, my darling JP. You will be spared when I go on my PMS-induced killing spree. ♥

Okay, so let me get this straight: the group that is funding the Islamic mosque near ground zero is also one of the PRIMARY SHAREHOLDERS of Rupert Murdoch's news dynasty, AKA Fox News, AKA the network that has been up in arms about the whole mosque thing since the beginning?! Please tell me this is a joke...a horrible, disgusting joke. You are telling me that Fox News is financially supporting an action they supposedly deplore and using it as a scare tactic to rouse the uninformed into a hysterical tizzy?

I feel like vomiting. This is their opinion of America: we are a bunch of dumb fucks who will believe whatever is on the TV. Seriously.

It would be to get all those jerk offs from BP and drop them headfirst in the middle of their own oil slick.

If I read one more, and I mean just one more, article about how badly Obama is handling the oil spill crisis, I am going to climb atop the nearest tower with a machine gun. WAY TO PAY ATTENTION TO THE REAL ASSHOLES THAT CREATED AND FAILED TO FIX THE PROBLEM, "JOURNALISTS!" LET ME GIVE YOU A SCOOP: THE CULPRIT IS ACTUALLY BP!!! YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST!!!

You guys, seriously. I am so tired of being enraged by stupidity. If they lock me up in the insane asylum, please visit?

WHY DOES ITUNES ASK IF I WANT TO DOWNLOAD ALL IPHONE APP UPDATES AT ONCE IF IT CAN'T EVER DO IT?!?! I always get the same error message and frankly, it's not helping my pissy mood. I am in BITCH mode and I have to keep pushing all my anger and nastiness back down my throat. Hormones, girl-y parts, periods, and whatever the fuck is wrong with my carcass CAN SUCK IT.

Hmm. The rage, while not new, is definitely a little different than the borderline suicidal wah-wah-wah that normally accompanies me at this time of the month. How very interesting. And by interesting I mean RIDICULOUS BEYOND ALL CAPABLE THOUGHT.

And since I'm bitching anyway, does anyone else feel like they'd give just about anything to have a fucking moment of peace? I swear to God. I love my family and my friends but between my three phones, IM, email that has IM capabilities, Facebook, etc. there is no escape. Literally. I have to shut off my phones and computer sometimes because I just need quiet aloneness. Maybe I'm a freak, but I need to decompress constantly. A. LOT. ***but I love you guys, I swear***

So many things wrong with me, such little ability to care.

I was going to post about today but since it was nice, I won't put it here with all the vitriol. Will post it separately.