Monthly Archives: September 2014

I Feel Stoopid…Oh So Stoopid…I Feel Stoopid and Loopid and Frayed!`

I LOVE  “The Argyle Sweater”, except when I don’t.

And I don’t, today, because I donnnnn’t gettt it!  Waaaaaaaaaah!

Go ahead, point, laugh, tell me how a child could figure it out.

I’m just going to go over to the corner and cry.

Apparently Being Squished Isn’t Enough of a Deterrent

I’m of the opinion that the fear of being a greasy spot on the road is enough to make people wait to cross traffic until the light turns.

Apparently, I’m in the minority as this video proves.

It’s a cute concept, but sweet clothespin jeebus why can’t we simply stand still for a minute or two anymore?

Or am I the only one who thinks that, you know, maybe obeying a traffic law here is a really good idea?

It’s Contagious

Just watch, and if you don’t catch the giggles there’s something seriously wrong with you.

Also, adorbs.

http://themetapicture.com/excited-dog-baby/

Not a Real Post Anyway, Just Me Whining

So, been having like the solar flare of fibromyalgia flares in the last…oh, I don’t know, month? Two months?

I lose all track of time sometimes.

Anyway, it builds like anticipation before a big date, only less fun and with lots more pain, and then the crash arrives and the waves of pain knock my ass down.

That’s where I’ve been.

Where I am.

Even my hair hurts.

But the worst part is the rib pain.  My rib joints get inflamed, and then it hurts to breathe so I decide feck it I’m just not going to breathe anymore and that lasts about thirty seconds before my brain kicks my ass and tells me what a dumbshit I am, and of course we are going to breathe so I take a deep breath and shriek/cry from the pain.

It’s exhausting, and I really think my brain should stop arguing with me and let me run the show, but does she listen?  Hells no.

She insists I do things like breathe.

Bitch.

So nothing seems funny, nothing seems interesting, and everything makes me stabbity.  This is not a good time to piss me off.

Just sayin’

So, say something to make me laugh…wait, scratch that…say/do something to make me smile so I can forget this shit for a minute.

I promise I’ll be back as soon as my body stops trying to murder me in my sleep (and in my awake for that matter).