I’m having a day, right?
I’ve basically regressed into a whiny seven-year-old and I’m just not having any of it.
My everything hurts. I feel like hyperactive children used my back as a bouncy castle while I was sleeping.
I managed to give myself like, seventeen papercuts and stabbed my cuticles several times.
My ear is still blocked up because y’know, there’s a fucking hole in it. Sorry – I’m just a little worked up about the fact that I have a ruptured ear drum.
Little Big Bird died this morning (LBB is my iPod and he chose to croak right as I was listening to Dashboard Confessional. Late-era Dashboard where he goes electric and develops a sense of humor).
And then, I read this article which both broke my heart and incensed me.
Then, I read this and just….No. I will go crazy and drag everyone with me if this gets off the ground.
Just…Yeah. It’s been a day.
So in the interest of not completely morphing into a sore-headed old crank that nobody likes, I have done the following:
A) Taken a Butterball-infused bath. Obviously, I’m talking about using a Lush bath bomb. I’m not going to huck a frozen turkey in the tub with me. That would be weird. And gross. And unsanitary.
B) Worked on a couple of care packages.
C) Painted my nails
D) Create another Holy Shit, I Love You list to remind myself that good things exist in this world and you’ve got to take happiness wherever you might find it.
So, here is a list of things I currently love (holy shit) that you should check out too:
– Ruth Reichl’s twitter – The most poetic and evocative 140 characters you’ll read about food anywhere.
– Stephen Colbert’s interview with Maurice Sendak, author of Where The Wild Things Are.
– Gary Oldman recapping Jersey Shore. Gary Oldman is my homeboy. And if he doesn’t win the Oscar for Best Male Performance, I will legit go Shoshanna Dreyfus and burn down every movie theater in the country.
– Getting an Obama 2012 bumper sticker in the mail.