OMIGOD!!!

So, I have to thank Marilyn for this link, and her comment on yesterday's post. She is right, if this site doesn't cheer you up you are not human.

We're talking zombie or vampire here.

It make me want to puke, in a good way.


www.cuteoverload.com

HOW MUCH IS THAT GIRLY IN THE WINDOW?

I have been extremely cranky this week. Very short with people, well the general public. I'm not sure what that is about. I haven't wanted to go to work, where I deal with the general public on a daily basis. I find them very irritating. Maybe it's exactly what the recent play at work says:

"I can handle the public. I guess. It's people I have trouble with."

I think it's something in me though. I have been extremely happy lately, but this week and a bit of last, annoyed. It may be because I haven't had much time to myself, to just be with myself and organize my life and my head, frankly.

I feel like a hamster, which is a very odd feeling because I am very tall.

I feel like a hamster running in this wheel and never getting anywhere. I just need to stop and nuzzle into my shavings and be one with myself for a while.

If I was in the pet shop I would be one of those crazed beaty-eyed Hampsters that always tryes to climb up to the top of the cage when people come to look at them.

This metephor is insane.

This weekend I get two days off in a row, that hasn't happened to me since July.

I have been thinking in poetry, I have to let it out soon.

More to report later.

EVEN AMAZONS GET THE BLUES

Feelings are funny. They have a great sense of humour, rivaled only by the Universe's sense of humor.

Fucker. (Although I am having fun.)

The way they hide, sneak around in your body, crouch down behind your liver or your kidneys and then, BOOM! Explode out your chest, yelling BOO! GOT YA! HA HA, NOW YOUR EMOTIONALLY VULNERABLE !

I hate that game. I hate even more the fact that I feel I have to apologize for how I am feeling. That just because I was doing amazingly and was very impressive in my interactions that feeling this way now somehow backtracked us. That I ruined something. That I won't be accepted.

I guess that's what it all comes down to, rejection .

The triumphant return of my 13 year old self.

Give me a few days, Wonder Woman will soar back in I'm sure.