mercoledì, dicembre 13, 2006

Pisser, pure and simple

Holy shit, am I ever sick of myself today. I mean, this mood is awfully bad. Very victimized. Very world-is-out-to-get-me. And on the basis of no evidence at all. I have a lovely family but sometimes going home rubs me the wrong way, and I don't like the layer that gets revealed through the polishing.

Ag. Off to a fucking all-day seminar now, which is in no way contributing to an alleviation of this mood.

7 commenti:

Melbine ha detto...

Sorry about that sweetie, think about getting to cuddle with your beau once you're home from work!

And don't forget - only one more week till the tide turns and the return of more daylight! Krazy's birthday is certainly good for something!

Anonimo ha detto...

I hear ya, sistah. Spending a long weekend with my lovely family puts me in a similar state. Not that they aren't fabulous people - we're just so different. But of course it is too complicated to explain. Shall I assume you are doing what we're doing and spending Christmas as a couple? It will be SOOOO nice!

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

Oh Lord, that will be nice. No, we'll go to North Bay - when we run away to Europe together we can have our fill of couples Christmases, if he can stand me and the fucking mess I am into the future. But I think this year we'll stay at Magnum's house.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

By the way, ladies, I can't comment on your blogs until I switch to Beta, and I can't do that until I'm on a less Mac-ish computer. Naughty Google!

Sugarplum ha detto...

They're pulling that with you as well?! THat's why Melbine was having trouble. It will be so quiet without you.

I don't know why I came up as anon earlier.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

For some reason, I didn't even see the anon. I think it was because you're the only person I know this year with the balls to not spend Christmas being undermined by their parents. Did I say "being undermined"? I meant "being advised".

Sigh. I have to open the channels of communication more, even if that means fighting with them. That's my problem. Or else it will get harder and harder to go home.

Sugarplum ha detto...

That's where I'm at as well. My family doesn't know me because I turn into this little silly mouse when I'm around my bossy big sister. And then I'm annoyed because they don't understand what I'm talking about when I do speak up.

I'm sure it's similar for you with all those big brothers who probably just assume everything you say is connected to your period.