You Got Me Runnin', Goin' Out Of My Mind
Don't bring me down, no no no, oh-oo-hoo.
I refuse to complain about how crappy my day has started off to be. i absolutely will not do it. I will not bring myself down to that level where I sit here and complain to you about events, some of which haven't even happened, and project unto you, my "loyal" readers, about how the not too distant future is going to be the not to distant future to end all not to distant futures. I will not complain about the fact that my brother is coming to stay with me a couple of days earlier then expected; and then emphasize that complaint by explaining how I typically can not take too much of my brother, and I just saw him the other day. I am not going to spill the facts that I know right now that we are going to be arguing the entire time when the first thing I tell him when I see him is "You and I are going grocery shopping so you don't eat us out of house and home this week. And don't forget to buy toilet paper." You also will not hear me complain about how all of yesterday, for no reason that I can think of, I was feeling completely sick, causing me to cancel whatever plans I had made, and on top of that, my Saturday plans (for this past Saturday) were canceled on me at the very last minute, causing me to miss out on time to make other plans, leaving me with an ultimately un-accomplished weekend.
It will be a cold day in hell when I start to complain about the events of today. You will never read about how I can never seem to get out the door on time on Mondays; or my shaving mishap which caused me to leave a "notch" in my goatee. Sure I could have shaved it all off, but I am the type of person that would rather not have to wait for the whole thing to grow in again, or keep saving it off, now living with the notch, mocking me every time I stare in the mirror. And of course you won't hear about the homeless guy who took a seat next to me on the subway, and then ripped an explosive fart, two stops before the one I was supposed to get off...right next to me...I felt it. No you will not be hearing about any of those things, or about how I arrived into work to find a) a pile of things for me to do, left by agents over the weekend and B) a message from one of my co-workers letting me know that once again I will be left alone up here as an administrator because she is burnt out from her vacation and needs an extra day to recuperate (yeah, you read that right). I will never mention the fact that when I made my tea this morning the entire two floors of office where out of milk AND when I stuck my dollar (one of the only two I have in my possession) in the vending machine to get my "breakfast" bag of pretzels (because I did not have time for one this morning with my botched shaving and all), the machine ate my dollar, and then refused to give it back to me. I will not complain about how I now only have one dollar in my pocket, and I need to save that so I can get my laundry done before heading down to Florida, in a car that has been through hell and back, with my brother.
::Edit at 11:52am::
I also won't complain about tropical storm Ernesto, which is heading towards Florida and supposed to pick up to Hurricane Force winds.
::End Edit::
No, I am glad to say that no one will hear about any complaints of any of these things. And be thankful, because I could have complained about each and every one, annoying the crap out of you with my whining and bitching and moaning. You also could have been subject to my cynical predictions of being mugged today at some point, upsetting not only myself, but the mugger, when he realizes that I only have one dollar, which would have been twice the value, if it were not for a wayward thug of a vending machine. No instead I will leave you with happy thoughts to start you week on.
Puppy dogs.
With tanks.
I refuse to complain about how crappy my day has started off to be. i absolutely will not do it. I will not bring myself down to that level where I sit here and complain to you about events, some of which haven't even happened, and project unto you, my "loyal" readers, about how the not too distant future is going to be the not to distant future to end all not to distant futures. I will not complain about the fact that my brother is coming to stay with me a couple of days earlier then expected; and then emphasize that complaint by explaining how I typically can not take too much of my brother, and I just saw him the other day. I am not going to spill the facts that I know right now that we are going to be arguing the entire time when the first thing I tell him when I see him is "You and I are going grocery shopping so you don't eat us out of house and home this week. And don't forget to buy toilet paper." You also will not hear me complain about how all of yesterday, for no reason that I can think of, I was feeling completely sick, causing me to cancel whatever plans I had made, and on top of that, my Saturday plans (for this past Saturday) were canceled on me at the very last minute, causing me to miss out on time to make other plans, leaving me with an ultimately un-accomplished weekend.
It will be a cold day in hell when I start to complain about the events of today. You will never read about how I can never seem to get out the door on time on Mondays; or my shaving mishap which caused me to leave a "notch" in my goatee. Sure I could have shaved it all off, but I am the type of person that would rather not have to wait for the whole thing to grow in again, or keep saving it off, now living with the notch, mocking me every time I stare in the mirror. And of course you won't hear about the homeless guy who took a seat next to me on the subway, and then ripped an explosive fart, two stops before the one I was supposed to get off...right next to me...I felt it. No you will not be hearing about any of those things, or about how I arrived into work to find a) a pile of things for me to do, left by agents over the weekend and B) a message from one of my co-workers letting me know that once again I will be left alone up here as an administrator because she is burnt out from her vacation and needs an extra day to recuperate (yeah, you read that right). I will never mention the fact that when I made my tea this morning the entire two floors of office where out of milk AND when I stuck my dollar (one of the only two I have in my possession) in the vending machine to get my "breakfast" bag of pretzels (because I did not have time for one this morning with my botched shaving and all), the machine ate my dollar, and then refused to give it back to me. I will not complain about how I now only have one dollar in my pocket, and I need to save that so I can get my laundry done before heading down to Florida, in a car that has been through hell and back, with my brother.
::Edit at 11:52am::
I also won't complain about tropical storm Ernesto, which is heading towards Florida and supposed to pick up to Hurricane Force winds.
::End Edit::
No, I am glad to say that no one will hear about any complaints of any of these things. And be thankful, because I could have complained about each and every one, annoying the crap out of you with my whining and bitching and moaning. You also could have been subject to my cynical predictions of being mugged today at some point, upsetting not only myself, but the mugger, when he realizes that I only have one dollar, which would have been twice the value, if it were not for a wayward thug of a vending machine. No instead I will leave you with happy thoughts to start you week on.
Puppy dogs.
With tanks.