… can I just say, I am tired of the fact that all my friends with kids never bother to keep in touch anymore? because god forbid, my life should revolve around something besides pablum and diaper-genies.

…can i just say, how tired I am of getting dumped on at work? sure, i’ll take that new post. no, no, don’t bother re-assigning any of my other responsibilities, i’ll just do the work of two people, for the salary of half.

…can I just say, how tired I am of the post office fucking with my dvd deliveries? i don’t care how sad it is, i look forward to coming home and relaxing with sam, toby, leo, jeb, cj, and charlie, even if they are just characters on the “west wing”. screenselect is gonna revoke my membership pretty soon, all because the post office can’t keep from losing the “frasier” i sent back more than a week ago.

…can i just say, how sick to fucking death i am of waking up in the morning and saying, “goody! another rainy day! cause I can’t get enough of that!”, then getting to work with sweat running down the crack of my ass, because it started out freezing, then switched to early summer, somewhere around noon?

…can i just say, how much I hate the fact that i can sleep through *3* alarms, and then have to run around, completely discombobulated and pretending to function until 11 am without any caffeine?

…can I just say, how much I hate this shit-brown text colour, and I don’t give a flying fig how “readable” it is or isn’t, I am changing it, full stop, end of story. suffer in silence.

…can i just say, who on god’s green earth cares what the hell gwynneth paltrow has to say about the state of the world? the woman doesn’t have two brain cells to rub together. she named her daughter apple. that’s all anyone need’s to know about gwynneth’s world.

…can I just say, the us wouldn’t need so much flippin’ oil if every billy bob joe and amber didn’t drive tank sized pickups and “family” suv’s, which the self-same president helps subsidize through tax incentives! there, i said it. curse me, revile me, i don’t care. life will go on if you don’t pack three strollers in the trunk every time you take baby emma madison out to costco for pallets of disposable nappies.

…can i just say, first cooper minis, now vespas – the newest fad in urban america. though given the rant above, I suppose I should be happy americans are trying to be more european. too bad I don’t think anyone’s actually *trading in* their oh-so-necessary escalades, for scooters. related: the death of the smart car?

anyway, I’m just getting myself more wound up. as you may have guessed from the above, I’m having a very bad day, so i’m going to stop there, go have a bottle of wine or four, and hope that, in the immortal words of that psychotically cheery little orphan, “the sun will come out, tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar…”

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