Monday, January 7, 2008

No Tale Tells All #3

I'm so dissatisfied with my last post. It didn't adequately express the frustration and anger I was really feeling, and I know that a great deal of that is because I didn't have the patience to make it just right, exactly as I wanted. This blog has turned into an outlet for me, a way to get out my frustrations or joys or laughs. But when I don't make it just like I envision, it makes me angry, and that's not what this is supposed to be about, right? Isn't it supposed to be fun or something that brings satisfaction and peace? I need to go back and reclaim that. I'm expecting too much of myself. Why do I care anyway? It's not like that many people read my blog.

Today blows. We had a death threat at work. I mean, talk about having a reason for why today is weird. My last post on the subject can't touch this. So now I'm sitting here; they say that we're all safe, but I'm paranoid that some psycho is going to come barreling through the door with a semi-automatic. I swear I'd be like the first person to get shot. Some 400 lb man with no legs in a wheelchair said he bought a gun over the weekend and was going to come to our office and shoot us all until he got approved for a gastric bypass. Okay, so he might not have legs, but I'm sure by now he's way too sprightly with that wheelchair of his. I mean, if you can dream it, you can achieve it, right? So apparently he's in police custody, but I can't concentrate. I can't stop thinking I'm next on his hit-list. And I don't feel well. I was sick over the weekend, and I'm not 100% today, but I had to come into work anyway. And I'm hungry. And the piercing on my nose hurts. And I feel ugly. And I think my breath smells. I'm not sure, but I'm willing to bet, like, one US dollar that it smells pretty sketch.

Wow. Time to go. I didn't want this to turn into a Whiner Moment, though clearly it has.


Laurie and Corey Kunz said...

you did it? you really did it? I want to see it. I just sent you a text asking if you really did pierce it. do you like it?
You REALLY need to get msn messenger.

heather said...

Holy f-ing sh-t! That would scare the living crap out of me. However, at the same time, I'd kinda be like, "bring it on!" Anything to leave this earth other than doing it myself, ya know? But man, that's scary. What kind of sick are you? I just got over a bad chest cold and flu that lasted over 2 weeks.....majorly sucked. I also lost my voice for almost that whole time! Well, I'm back teaching now....and today actually went quite well despite my misgivings. Sorry you're having such a crappy day. And I highly doubt your breath stinks as much as you think it does!

sav said...

Oh dear...a Whiner Moment...I have those all the time. Blogs are fun for that, because if people don't want to read it then they don't have to right? It's just you putting your feelings out and you aren't forcing any of us to read it. We choose to, and we respect it when you are honest, well at least I do anyway...I guess I can't really speak for everyone else now can I? :) Just know that I love it when you are happy, sad, frustrated, pissed all to hell, and even when you are "whining" ;) You always amaze me with everything you write, and I truly look forward to reading your posts. I love you dear, and please know that I care and I'm sorry that you didn't have a good day.

Brandon said...

Okay, so I will also bet one US dollar that your breath was rank nasty, but it happens to the best of us, and for the record, I would still make out with you even if it was. So how bad could that issue really be, right?