Because I just am today. All right? If not, then tough shit. I just am.
First off I want to tell Oprah to fuck off. Seriously, how many years have we had to endure this egomaniac and her weight issues? Fucking narcissist. So she's over 200lbs again - so fucking what? Now we'll have to suffer through her new enlightenment about her weight gain/loss issues. I know how she gained weight; she stopped working out as much and gave up the strict diet her trainer had put her on. Duh. Not a mystery. It's what happens to millions all over the world. Don't moan about it, don't carry on with the woe is me and begging for attention. If it bugs you then go back to the restrictive lifestyle that previously did the trick. Or you could get some sense and try not giving a shit anymore. It's not like you're keeping slim for Stedman any more. Didn't Stedman end up being gay? I'm sure I read that, which made me a bit annoyed but then I remembered I didn't give a shit about Oprah and her parasitic friends. So here's the thing; Oprah and her fat butt can fuck off. It's all a publicity stunt and quite honestly, no one should care.
I have a cold. Again. Damn fucking head colds! AND I just got the samples of perfume from Michael Storer and I can't even smell them. Well that's a lie because they are all EDP and I can smell them even through the stuffed nose but I can't smell them properly which annoys the tits off me. Also I got my period about 20 minutes ago. Which doesn't annoy me as it was expected but really - a cold and my period all at once is just cruel. Sense of smell is heightened during menstruation and ovulation so right now would be the best time to try out these scents to see if they make me ill or I love them to their every chemical component. But I can't smell them! AND it's not like I can make a no kissing or hugging the kids rule, because you know and I know it's those little snot wipers who keep bringing the germs into the house, as that would be neglectful and I'm not a neglectful parent.
Currently loving the radio stations on iTunes. I don't know why I never dallied with them before! You bastards never told me! The alternative stations are great and I even spent a wee bit of time listening to my old favourite, WBCN Boston, but then I realized I was listening to ACDC and thought WTF?! and tuned off and in to KRock-2 in NY and love it! Love it to bits. Where's WBRU though?! Not in alternative, not in college radio, so where is it?! Fucking travesty to not have WBRU. Even worse if it went tits up.
I have no appetite. Don't want to eat - so not like me. So I know this is a serious bug. To take my appetite away is some real nasty. I brought sandwiches to my labour suite. They confiscated them, the bitches, because if I needed an emergency cesarean it's better on an empty stomach. Did they take them out of the room though - No. I had to look at them between contractions, starving and ready to hop off the table and go feral on those sandwiches. (I make nice sandwiches!) Nine hours of labour will do that to a woman. I've had a few nibbles here and there but mostly I've had tea and cups of this Korean chili miso soup I got from Japan Centre. Brilliant stuff. Can't taste it but it stings a bit going down so at the very least chili is something I can experience. That's what fucking Oprah needs! She needs to have her sense of taste and smell removed and then give her high doses of caffeine. She'll not eat and have energy to exercise. A diet of antiseptic cough lozenges and espresso. Seriously, I should patent that.
I just want to sit here, crouched like Snoopy The Vulture, over my keyboard, Depeche Mode in my ears and not have the rest of the world interfere. But eventually, someone wants me. This time, Shorty wants me to help her get into her dragon costume. She had her Christmas concert this morning at school which was great fun to attend. I love seeing the wee kids all singing at different times, one shouts the loudest, one dances the craziest and they all look in different directions or wave at their own parent or pick their nose as if no one else is around. They were wonderful. Shorty was a Christmas tree. She's currently covered in glitter and dressed like a dragon.
Forgot to take the macro lens off the end of the camera first. Fuck it.
Can't stop peeing. If I didn't have my period I'd be wondering if I was pregnant.
I think I'm done now. I may be back later with more to complain about.
Husband has had bad/good news from work. I'll make him an apple pie. Damn this period or I could've given sex too but apple pie will have to suffice.