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snotbucket
Feb. 15th, 2007 09:14 amguh i am a snotbucket. there is no other way to describe me.
i am also behind on everything everything everything. i thought that once Feb 10th had passed I would be able to have some spare time to catch up on everything but I don't know why I thought that-- it's not like there would be any fewer roller derby practices, and it's not like I have any time off from work, and I have all these things I've been postponing until then that I have to catch up on, but there isn't any additional free time to do them in... and on top of that, the day-to-day business of existing remains more than I can handle, so it's all one big pileup shiftest.( boring drivel about being busy and not coping well with it )
*pant pant pant*
Yeah I'm not really OK. But dinner last night was wonderful. Z wins.
Oh, I've lately kept seeing the acronym FTW and I remembered seeing it earlier and looking it up and it meant, "Fuck The World."
OK.
So all these people are going on about things, and being like, "[something context suggests is positive] FTW!" And I'd read this sentence a couple times. It didn't seem to make much sense. What, me and my fuzzy bunny slippers Fuck The World... because we're better than it? The rest of the paragraphs tended not to have the angrily defiant attitude that would be suggested by the phrase, so it generally seemed like an abrupt shift in diction if nothing else.
But I've decided just now that the acronym must have shifted to mean For The Win now, because For The Win would make so much more sense than Fuck The World.
I think.
I really don't know. I also don't understand where "For The Win" came from, but it's been creeping into my speech of late and all my non-Internet contacts keep giving me odd sidelong looks when I gleefully proclaim it, so I really think wherever it came from is Not Mainstream. That's just my take.
Further evidence that my boring rant is true and I am Losing It.
I digress. Anyhow. Like an idiot I mentioned to my roller derby sisters that I sing at Nietszche's on Saturdays and everyone should come down, but last night my sinuses-only kinda cold thing spread to my throat and today I sound like an old bullfrog. I am serious, it is ludicrious. So I don't have a voice after all, I lied.
I know I bid on a vacation sometime this spring. I hope to God it's soon. I don't remember. I'm fucking losing it over here. I dropped a 40-pound box of napkins on my head at work yesterday and all I could think all day was how disappointed I was that it hadn't knocked me unconscious so I could've had a fucking rest. I was actually considering faking a collapse and making it so I'd hit my head really hard on the bar on the way down, and how nice it would be to lie there and not have anything expected of me.
Except, of course, head injuries suck and I really think I'd rather not. So I didn't. But I really was honestly considering it, to the point of trying to think of a way to remove my glasses beforehand without that looking suspicious.
Mardi Gras! I'm still trying to get that together. Fuck! I can't fill out the form. I need to mail it in. But it had to be there by today. Somehow I thought it was like an online form. Motherfuck.
My face hurts! I love sinus shit.
My mom thinks I'm a wuss and just basically told me via IM to cowboy up and deal, not that she'd say something so poorly-grammatical. Yay thanks Mom!
You know what I want more than anything? I want a day off in which nothing is expected of me and the kitchen is already clean, and you know what I'd do? I'd make myself a cup of tea, make a batch of chocolate-chip cookies, and then sit by a window and read over some of my old writings for a little while, maybe.
At the moment I am using an undershirt as a hankie because I'm out of Kleenexes and when Z went grocery shopping last night he didn't say he was going so I couldn't remind him that we're out of them.
So yeah, I'm a complete wuss and can't handle my life. Yay. FTW!
i am also behind on everything everything everything. i thought that once Feb 10th had passed I would be able to have some spare time to catch up on everything but I don't know why I thought that-- it's not like there would be any fewer roller derby practices, and it's not like I have any time off from work, and I have all these things I've been postponing until then that I have to catch up on, but there isn't any additional free time to do them in... and on top of that, the day-to-day business of existing remains more than I can handle, so it's all one big pileup shiftest.( boring drivel about being busy and not coping well with it )
*pant pant pant*
Yeah I'm not really OK. But dinner last night was wonderful. Z wins.
Oh, I've lately kept seeing the acronym FTW and I remembered seeing it earlier and looking it up and it meant, "Fuck The World."
OK.
So all these people are going on about things, and being like, "[something context suggests is positive] FTW!" And I'd read this sentence a couple times. It didn't seem to make much sense. What, me and my fuzzy bunny slippers Fuck The World... because we're better than it? The rest of the paragraphs tended not to have the angrily defiant attitude that would be suggested by the phrase, so it generally seemed like an abrupt shift in diction if nothing else.
But I've decided just now that the acronym must have shifted to mean For The Win now, because For The Win would make so much more sense than Fuck The World.
I think.
I really don't know. I also don't understand where "For The Win" came from, but it's been creeping into my speech of late and all my non-Internet contacts keep giving me odd sidelong looks when I gleefully proclaim it, so I really think wherever it came from is Not Mainstream. That's just my take.
Further evidence that my boring rant is true and I am Losing It.
I digress. Anyhow. Like an idiot I mentioned to my roller derby sisters that I sing at Nietszche's on Saturdays and everyone should come down, but last night my sinuses-only kinda cold thing spread to my throat and today I sound like an old bullfrog. I am serious, it is ludicrious. So I don't have a voice after all, I lied.
I know I bid on a vacation sometime this spring. I hope to God it's soon. I don't remember. I'm fucking losing it over here. I dropped a 40-pound box of napkins on my head at work yesterday and all I could think all day was how disappointed I was that it hadn't knocked me unconscious so I could've had a fucking rest. I was actually considering faking a collapse and making it so I'd hit my head really hard on the bar on the way down, and how nice it would be to lie there and not have anything expected of me.
Except, of course, head injuries suck and I really think I'd rather not. So I didn't. But I really was honestly considering it, to the point of trying to think of a way to remove my glasses beforehand without that looking suspicious.
Mardi Gras! I'm still trying to get that together. Fuck! I can't fill out the form. I need to mail it in. But it had to be there by today. Somehow I thought it was like an online form. Motherfuck.
My face hurts! I love sinus shit.
My mom thinks I'm a wuss and just basically told me via IM to cowboy up and deal, not that she'd say something so poorly-grammatical. Yay thanks Mom!
You know what I want more than anything? I want a day off in which nothing is expected of me and the kitchen is already clean, and you know what I'd do? I'd make myself a cup of tea, make a batch of chocolate-chip cookies, and then sit by a window and read over some of my old writings for a little while, maybe.
At the moment I am using an undershirt as a hankie because I'm out of Kleenexes and when Z went grocery shopping last night he didn't say he was going so I couldn't remind him that we're out of them.
So yeah, I'm a complete wuss and can't handle my life. Yay. FTW!
