it hurts

i feel a literal pain in my chest where my broken heart is. sometimes it hurts so much i can hardly breathe.

i wish it was friday so i could just cry and not have to worry about having puffy eyes at work the next day.

*grumble*

Here's your fair warning. This entire blog is various rants and complaints.


Dear Next Door Neighbor,

I'm very happy for you that you finally took down your Christmas tree. Thank you for sharing it with me by leaving pine needles all over our shared front deck and on each and every stair. Also, thank you for the lovely broken candy cane pieces. If I'm hungry I know where to go. You see, one of the reasons I have a fake tree instead of a real one is that I don't like pine needles tracked all over my house. So maybe, pretty please, you could SWEEP UP THE FUCKING NEEDLES CUZ THEY'RE STICKING TO MY SHOES AND GETTING EVERYWHERE.

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Dear Arm & Hammer,

I think it's great when a company continues to try and improve their products for their customers. Like adding ammonia to your kitty litter to help with the smell. The problem is, for some reason ever since you've started producing your "new and improved" litter it doesn't clump anymore. Now, I've considered the possibility that my cat has started making different urine, but in all likelihood it's actually that the ammonia has somehow effected the clumping properties of your litter. But I suppose that's good news for you because then a customer goes through twice as much litter in the same time period so you'll sell more boxes. This is until they figure it out and start buying Tidy Cat. Guess what I just bought at Target tonight?

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Dear Sound Transit,

Do you know the driver of the 510 that picks up at 6th & Olive at 7:30pm is an asshole? At the very least he is always 10 minutes late. On Monday he arrived at the exact same time as the 8:00pm bus. He is rude and unfriendly. He is probably the worst driver I've ever ridden with. When he pulls off at 45th and 145th he guns it into the exits and then slams on his brakes at the stop. I have literally fallen off of my seat before. He is also the only driver I ever get bus-sick with because of his ridiculous driving habits. Once when traffic was backed up on I-5 he drove on the shoulder for a distance until the room ran out so he could get ahead of as many cars as possible. Please fire this angry little man. I think we would all be a lot happier.

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Dear Mom,

You were right. I've gained back 10 of the 12 pounds I lost being sick. But hey, at least I didn't put on any holiday weight.