Flipflops in the Rain


‘spilled her coffee, broke her shoelace…’

when i heard fuel’s “bad day” on the radio last night, i didn’t realize it was gonna be such nasty foreshadowing in the life of me.

woke up late.
woke up cranky.
woke up sore from yoga.
woke up with puffy, puffy eyes from an allergy attack.
had a quick roommate bitchfest.
hit ridiculous traffic. again.
couldn’t start my craptastic computer.
found out my ‘puter’s hard drive committed suicide. already.
spent most the morning not working. and not in a fun way.
spent a lot of money i don’t have.
had to make a lunch, per the fast food fast.
burnt my hand on lunch.
dropped my hot lunch facedown on the dirty floor and into an open box of printer paper.
dropped hot lunch in front of coworker.
cried over hot lunch. (who cries over dropping something?!)
smoked a cigarette.
taste like an ashtray.
dreading softball game tonight.
driving to game tonight equals no booze.
can’t skip game or team will have to forfeit.
annoyed by coworker’s voice.
annoyed with my negative attitude.
not changing my negative attitude anyway.

Today. FAIL.



i take it back…

Pithy, you win. Early mornings blow.

5:05 a.m.: Cat threatens to cough up hairball on face. Works much better than an alarm clock.

5:45 a.m.: About to throw this Jimmy CD out the window. Need to update music collection.

5:46 a.m.: Realize I’m going 85 on the Beltway and still being tailgated.

6:02 a.m.: Realize I’m at work and I’ve been on autopilot for most of the morning.

6:03 a.m.: Co-worker greets me with, “We have a reeeeeallly angry customer.”

7:09 a.m.: Finished first cup of coffee. Need three more.

7:10 a.m.: How have I only been here an hour??



i can’t believe i’m saying this…
January 14, 2008, 7:13 am
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Waking up at 4:45 a.m.? Not so bad. Just give me a tall cup of coffee and a quiet office building, and I may even be functional by the time I’m off work at 3.

And beating DC rush hour with Jimmy Eat World blaring in the background? Priceless.



‘love actually’ crushes the soul.

i came home intent on telling you all the real reason i lost my christmas spirit — it was sucked out dry by the miles and miles of red brake lights lined up in front of me on the commute home from work. but then i thought, no, no — my friends all think i’ve become an apathetic sap and whining about the hours i spend in traffic each week will only further cement this theory. so instead, i lit some cranberry-scented candles and curled up on the floor to watch “Love Actually” with a cup of gingerbread tea. i was going to rediscover my christmas spirit!

mission not accomplished.

did anyone actually pay attention to this movie when it came out three years ago? it is so f*cking sad! i literally had tears streaming down my face as i watched scene after scene of lives destroyed from the bittersweet intensity of love lost.

sigh. it may be time to bust open that vodka and put in some charlie brown.