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.

Ahhhhhhh!

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...

2 comments:

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?