Oh, poopy. I’ve never really wanted to use this little corner of Xanga as somewhere to vent horridly and insanely. However, I feel that all I’m doing on here at the moment is whining about work. Or maybe it’s all in my head. Who knows? I can’t be arsed to read back and find out.
You can see where this post is headed, can’t you?
[I like my coffee to be milky but I suspect that the mug I just made myself is a tad too milky. Me silly.]
Actually this post isn’t headed anywhere now because I’ve just chatted to The Blokey and now I don’t have the motivation to whinge about work and make the whinge sound good. Some things are just difficult to describe. And more to the point, it would bore you to tears. So, I’ll Bottle It Up. I’ve always been a Bottler. Ever since I was a nipper. I’ll never change now … *shrug*.
I just want to be happy. And I’m not. I’m a miserable cow. It’s an immense sadness deep inside. I’m reminded of the depression from many moons ago and I never ever want to go through that again. I can’t even blame it on The Bloody Massacre. Unless P[re]MS can become P[ost]MS? Ack, it’s all down to feeling undervalued and put upon at work [or feeling as though I’m being asked to do the lion’s share of the work, as says The Blokey but I don’t know what that means and have never really heard the daft expression before].
… *bangs head on desk whilst struggling to get a grip* …
In an effort to cheer myself up I shall say … America, Fuck Yeah! Yay! We saw Team America: World Police on Wednesday evening and by ‘eck folk, it made me pee my knickers. And the puppet sex was rather cute. America, Fuck No! Boo! I watched a bit of the inauguration because I managed to accidentally turn it on when I got home from work last night. I lost count of the number of times that Bush said freedom and liberty but noticed that he mentioned the important things such as education and health about, oooh, maybe once? Still, I can’t really grumble because it’s not my country and I didn’t vote him in … But I’m afraid that I did laugh when I saw the peaceful protestors having their peaceful banner removed by the security men because weren’t they having their right to freedom of peaceful expression taken away? Politics makes me laugh because I don’t understand it. When we have our General Election [May? June?] I won’t know who to vote for. It’ll probably be the Yellow Party next. Red  and Blue  have already been done. It’s a bit like choosing which colour to paint my nails … decisions, decisions.
Doll once told me that brown bathroom suites are psychologically bad for a person. I never understood why though. We’re – unfortunately – in possession of a brown bathroom suite comprising a toilet, bath and sink. They’re a bugger to clean. I will refuse to buy a house with anything but a white bathroom suite. But maybe that’s why I’m so sad. Maybe household furnishings really can affect the mind … hmmm, something to consider anyways.
Enough of this Woe-Be-Me post. I don’t like Woe-Be-Me posts. Over the weekend I will endeavour to be happy and cheerful and pretty … and less tired.
I think cocktails are in order this evening …
please God bop me about the head with a hammer to stop me being so melodramatic xxx Elsabeth
Pssst: When the General Election comes around I won’t really be so flippant in my choice of who I want to lead the UK … so no silly comments, yes?