Ok, there are a lot of reasons I should be happy about my life, but today I’m in a bad mood. Alright? I’m in a fucking bad mood. Maybe it’s because I should be on my period, but I’m not. I take my pills straight through (no placebo week) until I start spotting, essentially deferring my period for as long as I possibly can. I should ask my gyno friend how that affects my emotional well-being. But only getting my period every few months rocks to high heaven. I’ve been on the pill since I was 16 years old so I doubt I have any hormonal imbalances. I have no idea. That is why I majored in macro-biology instead of microbiology.
There’s the period thing. Then there’s the breakdown dealio with all the extracurricular non-work work shit I have going on.
And Obama. Don’t get me started on that light skinned darky. I can’t believe he has clinched the nomination. Well, actually, I can’t believe that stupid blondie fucked it up. She had the presidency written into her history and she gone and screwed it up. Ugh! Here’s what I have to say about it all. I love Clinton. I had my hopes riding on her. I wouldn’t have donated large sums of money to her campaign had I not believed in her. She’s smart, political, and she has what it takes. Now Obama. Every time I see his dopey face and hear his dreamy Americana speeches I feel ill. But I guess now is the time to shift my allegiances. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I’ve just now lost my first Scrabulous game on Facebook to a San Francisco State grad. I am appalled! First of all, I’ve always played by the rule that if you don’t know what the word means, don’t put it down! Then he starts putting all these crazy nonsensical words (that are actually real words) down, making triple letter plays, and I’m thinking: THAT SHIT AIN’T FAIR! You barely know when to use ‘their’ vs ‘they’re’ when you’re writing an email. For God’s sakes, this guy beat me at Scrabulous?
I called my Dad up for his birthday yesterday. He hands the phone to my uncle. They were all having coffee somewhere…I guess that’s what you do when you’re retired.) And my uncle asks, “So when are you getting married?”
And I wanted to say, “Well when are you getting divorced?”
I mean, the nerve of people, getting all up in my business like that! Like marriage is the end all be all of existence.
The only bright spot of my day was having lunch with Daniel at Sai vietnamese restaurant on Washington and Sansome in the Financial District. I think it’s my new favorite asian cuisine spot–with the exception of Tommy Toy’s–which is quite expensive but well worth it for chinese food! I scarfed down my prawn and beef clay pot and finished Daniel’s garlic chicken. Yummy!
Even though my tummy’s happy, you should still feel sorry for me.