Depressing things (that actually turn out to mostly be me whining):
First and foremost, this. I don't know, a disaster is always horrible, but it's just upsetting to me that they don't even have enough fucking tents to be homeless in. There is a line, people.
Second, when I saw Stephen Colbert talking about a movie called "Hot Tub Time Machine", I thought he was kidding. As it turns out, no, it's real.
Also in the realm of "lack of artistic integrity", I wish the more recent Family Guy episodes sucked a little less. Or they stopped showing them. Either would be ok.
Third, I'm living in the least convenient part of New York City and my grandmother is an obnoxious busybody racist who keeps trying to shove unwanted food down my throat and making it painfully hard to forget that I'm not living by myself. The heater is loud and sometimes switches from heat to cold in the middle of the night, and the router only allows for one computer to be connected to the internet at a time so I keep having to switch the wiring from my grandmother's computer (which she doesn't know how to use and expects me to teach her everything about) to mine.
Fourth, I've seen that obnoxious "YOUR BABY CAN READ" commercial about 200 times this weekend. Also, there's a proctologist in Brooklyn who seems to think that TV advertising is acceptable in his line of work. Television makes for shitty company and a shitty way to blow off steam. I don't even find it sufficiently distracting anymore.
Fifth, I was supposed to be working 3 days a week. The only weekday off I've had over the past 2 weeks was on my gawddamned birthday. And it was freaking Martin Luther King day, anyway---and I wouldn't have gotten the day off if they didn't know it was my birthday.
Sixth, I have no one to talk to or spend time with other than my obnoxious busybody housecleaning racist grandmother who is so negative that she makes me look like a glittering ball of sunshiny happiness. She did tell me a cool story about how my grandfather came very close to joining the Jewish mafia, but other than that it is so horribly unbearable to talk to her.
Seventh, I've got loads of angst that I've apparently decided to cope with by eliminating all possible outlets for it. I need a good road trip or I think I'm going to go insane. Of course, it's always Sunday nights that I actually realize this...
Second, when I saw Stephen Colbert talking about a movie called "Hot Tub Time Machine", I thought he was kidding. As it turns out, no, it's real.
Also in the realm of "lack of artistic integrity", I wish the more recent Family Guy episodes sucked a little less. Or they stopped showing them. Either would be ok.
Third, I'm living in the least convenient part of New York City and my grandmother is an obnoxious busybody racist who keeps trying to shove unwanted food down my throat and making it painfully hard to forget that I'm not living by myself. The heater is loud and sometimes switches from heat to cold in the middle of the night, and the router only allows for one computer to be connected to the internet at a time so I keep having to switch the wiring from my grandmother's computer (which she doesn't know how to use and expects me to teach her everything about) to mine.
Fourth, I've seen that obnoxious "YOUR BABY CAN READ" commercial about 200 times this weekend. Also, there's a proctologist in Brooklyn who seems to think that TV advertising is acceptable in his line of work. Television makes for shitty company and a shitty way to blow off steam. I don't even find it sufficiently distracting anymore.
Fifth, I was supposed to be working 3 days a week. The only weekday off I've had over the past 2 weeks was on my gawddamned birthday. And it was freaking Martin Luther King day, anyway---and I wouldn't have gotten the day off if they didn't know it was my birthday.
Sixth, I have no one to talk to or spend time with other than my obnoxious busybody housecleaning racist grandmother who is so negative that she makes me look like a glittering ball of sunshiny happiness. She did tell me a cool story about how my grandfather came very close to joining the Jewish mafia, but other than that it is so horribly unbearable to talk to her.
Seventh, I've got loads of angst that I've apparently decided to cope with by eliminating all possible outlets for it. I need a good road trip or I think I'm going to go insane. Of course, it's always Sunday nights that I actually realize this...