Only For Now?
There goes the country. Now we are screwed. I was really hoping Bush would screw it up even more. Im afriad our country is doomed. And its not what it was. And it may never again be the hope that it was.
What the hell. Im depressed and want to go eat paste.
In other news, I hit the wall today. Around, oh, say, four o'clock...my mind stopped working coherently and I stopped retaining anything. I looked around and thought to myself "Christ Almighty, I have sold my soul to this asylum". This was NOT what homie signed on for. Uh-uh. Homie don't play that. Yes, this bitter little gypsy found herself suddenly quite pissedsurlyfrustratedangryenraged at the universe. Whenever I ask Bobby for a rational or explanation for WHY we're doing this project, this show, he looks at me like I'm a moron and says "because we need to get a grade" Well, swell. Damn, I have all the answers! If only he would just consult with me first! Ok, that was a joke. Kind of. Ahem. No really, I could never take charge. Although I am excellent at spotting problems, I don't know how clever I am at find solutions for them. Nor do I think I am particularly great at holding the big picture in my head while at the same time tinkering with the tiniest details. Luckily, I know Bobby respects me enough to listen to me when I feel something is REALLY wrong....but my innate instinct is so different from his, it can be hard to find the words to discuss things without coming across as hypercritical. But, as I tend to be really bad at hiding my feelings, he can generally tell by my expression (you know, the one that looks like I just smelled some rotting garbage) that I hate what he's trying to get me to do....and he'll sigh exasperatedly and say "WHAT??" Well, someone's gotta do it, right? Otherwise we'll all end up looking like a bunch of asses. I just wish it wasn't always moi. Everyone else bitches behind his back but no one else has the balls to speak up in rehearsal...So the job gets left to little old me. I seem to be the only one not particularly intimidated by him. Help me Sweet Jesus. These children need me.....and on that note, Grandma's gonna go hang up her girdle and put her hair in those cheap little pink rollers for bed....tune in later for more miserable complaining....
What the hell. Im depressed and want to go eat paste.
In other news, I hit the wall today. Around, oh, say, four o'clock...my mind stopped working coherently and I stopped retaining anything. I looked around and thought to myself "Christ Almighty, I have sold my soul to this asylum". This was NOT what homie signed on for. Uh-uh. Homie don't play that. Yes, this bitter little gypsy found herself suddenly quite pissedsurlyfrustratedangryenraged at the universe. Whenever I ask Bobby for a rational or explanation for WHY we're doing this project, this show, he looks at me like I'm a moron and says "because we need to get a grade" Well, swell. Damn, I have all the answers! If only he would just consult with me first! Ok, that was a joke. Kind of. Ahem. No really, I could never take charge. Although I am excellent at spotting problems, I don't know how clever I am at find solutions for them. Nor do I think I am particularly great at holding the big picture in my head while at the same time tinkering with the tiniest details. Luckily, I know Bobby respects me enough to listen to me when I feel something is REALLY wrong....but my innate instinct is so different from his, it can be hard to find the words to discuss things without coming across as hypercritical. But, as I tend to be really bad at hiding my feelings, he can generally tell by my expression (you know, the one that looks like I just smelled some rotting garbage) that I hate what he's trying to get me to do....and he'll sigh exasperatedly and say "WHAT??" Well, someone's gotta do it, right? Otherwise we'll all end up looking like a bunch of asses. I just wish it wasn't always moi. Everyone else bitches behind his back but no one else has the balls to speak up in rehearsal...So the job gets left to little old me. I seem to be the only one not particularly intimidated by him. Help me Sweet Jesus. These children need me.....and on that note, Grandma's gonna go hang up her girdle and put her hair in those cheap little pink rollers for bed....tune in later for more miserable complaining....