I feel as though saying that is more socially acceptable then saying I’d like to stab someone. Because that, my friends, is a felony. And, I’m not even particularly interested in stabbing one person. It’s more like I’m cranky as fuck right now and the internet is being so goddamn slow that I want to throw my computer.
I should not be cranky right now. I just got back from a weekend in cape town. It was wonderful. You should go. Totally worth it.
But I am cranky. My eyeballs feel like someone has been scraping them with a lemon peeler and I just want to binge watch something awful all day and crawl into a tiny, well-air conditioned cave and hide until I feel less like a rage-y asshole.
AND IT’S OK THAT I’M CRANKY AND IRRITABLE BECAUSE I AM A HUMAN BEING AND I AM ALLOWED TO HAVE MY FEELINGS AS LONG AS I DON’T ACT LIKE A FLOPPY CUNT TO EVERYONE. I had to write that in caps for reasons I cannot explain. Imagine me saying is slowly (and actually enunciating). I wasn’t yelling. I haven’t exactly succeeded in not being a floppy cunt, but I feel as though I’m making a valiant effort to be a not-shitty person.
I think this is happening for the following reasons:
1. I had a full weekend of activity
2. I haven’t been alone since Friday
3. Pretty sure my uterus is going to subvert me in the next ten days so I feel violently unattractive in addition to being cranky (along with all the other really pleasant feelings that come with it like changing my clothes eight times because nothing feels good).
(side note: Moxy is on the floor curled up like a baby in the fetal position which is possibly the cutest thing besides that baby goat the other day). Can I get a photo?
Sorry, guys, I tried but she moved.)
There wasn’t a point here other than to vent out some of the pent up anger.
If you got this far, you’re a champ.