This past year, I've gotten more than my fair share of upsetting phone calls. This is just one of many reasons I only use a cell phone now. The odds are that since I never answer my phone (due to the bizarreness of my waking hours), and since it would be just too awkward to leave an upsetting message, I should be avoiding upset. I thought of this again today after I got an upsetting phone call. So. I'm listening to my new favorite band, drinking my favorite boxed wine, and am planning to read a book from my new favorite genre (one that I have mercilessly made fun of for years).
As I feel the only two things I've done for the last 18 months is bitch bitterly about my life exploding into spectacularly festive flames and making myself laugh occasionally, I'm looking for new adventures. Ones that specifically don't have phone access. And ones that specifically involve drama that doesn't revolve around me. And if these adventures were to involve Hornsby's® Hard Cider, then that would be just peachy. Or apple-ly. Or something.
The worst part of all this is that I'm finding fewer things funny. I seriously doubt that humanity has had a collective epiphany and is no longer silly; I think I'm just wrapped up in super-stupid drama and it collects most of my attention. But I digress, and complain, and drink bad wine from a box. I'm going to ask the universe for a dose of funny tomorrow because I'm annoying myself intensely. Bah.
An Erinku:
chair dancing
wearing a blanket cape
and cow slippers
I am that girl
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