Sunday, September 26, 2010

Poor Planning

Note to self: no good will ever come of living in the same home as a menopausal woman.

Why the fuck am I still living at home? Oh, that's right, 'cause I'm a big fat fucking failure... fantastic (on the up side, I can use alliteration like a bad-ass). Silver lining... sil-ver. lining.

In case it wasn't obvious, I'm in a horrid mood. I've had a crappy weekend, and I just want to go home. Oh, but wait; I AM home.


I went to a party last night - it was a workmates birthday. I think it was a sympathy invite; it was for a dress up party - what the fuck was I thinking when I said I'd go? What made me think putting on a costume was somehow going to make me fit in better? I don't know!? It wasn't a complete disaster - but let's just say I'm hoping the remainder of attendees are now suffering from a bad bout of alcohol induced amnesia. Now if that's not a good enough reason to start drinking, I don't know what is!

To top it off, my family are giving me the shits, and I am giving it right back. (I'm nothing, if not a giver). I just feel the pressure inside me building and I'm getting angrier with every passing moment - and when I get like this, I just need to vacate from the vicinity of people. It's safer for everyone that way.

I'm sorry - I'm not very good company, today especially.

SB xx

it doesn't matter how you handle the drive on a straight - what really matters is what you do when the road gets twisty...


MissEmy said...

awww, I'm sorry things aren't going so well! I've showed up at some parties before and the first thought in my mind is "crap.... why did I decide to do this??????"

StrangeBird said...

You know it MissEmy! Nevermind... at least it gives us something to write about hey?