warning...ventberg
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg
My teenage daughter ran away
My fine young son has turned out gay
And it would be ok on any other day
Ok...I realize I don't have a wife or a teenage daughter and I would actually be cool with my fine young son turning out gay. Anyway...
Why did I get out of bed this morning? Woke up with a cold, got a really mean-spirited message, had to deal with an exhausting family member, didn't get the A+ I should have gotten on that damn exam, spent the day having a not-so-fun email exchange with someone whose day I usually brighten (and vice versa)...now I will go pick up the 8 year-olds, probably run into my scary ex, and then go hang out at the baseball field. I know they're not the Brewers, but it's baseball, dammit. Shouldn't they sell beer??????
And this is the high desert. Where the fuck is the sunshine?
OH MY GOD! Read that shit. I'm taking control. I shall guzzle NyQuil during American Idol, I have blocked certain people from ever sending me email again, I live far away from my family, oh fucking well on the exam, I apologized for the email thing, my ex can fuck off (plus I got a pedicure yesterday and I look fabulous...ha ha), and I have my own damn beer that Nathan from work brewed.
All righty then. Ventberg...OUT
The dog just bit my leg
My teenage daughter ran away
My fine young son has turned out gay
And it would be ok on any other day
Ok...I realize I don't have a wife or a teenage daughter and I would actually be cool with my fine young son turning out gay. Anyway...
Why did I get out of bed this morning? Woke up with a cold, got a really mean-spirited message, had to deal with an exhausting family member, didn't get the A+ I should have gotten on that damn exam, spent the day having a not-so-fun email exchange with someone whose day I usually brighten (and vice versa)...now I will go pick up the 8 year-olds, probably run into my scary ex, and then go hang out at the baseball field. I know they're not the Brewers, but it's baseball, dammit. Shouldn't they sell beer??????
And this is the high desert. Where the fuck is the sunshine?
OH MY GOD! Read that shit. I'm taking control. I shall guzzle NyQuil during American Idol, I have blocked certain people from ever sending me email again, I live far away from my family, oh fucking well on the exam, I apologized for the email thing, my ex can fuck off (plus I got a pedicure yesterday and I look fabulous...ha ha), and I have my own damn beer that Nathan from work brewed.
All righty then. Ventberg...OUT
posted by jill at 16:51
2 Comments:
WORD. i just got a piece of cornbread from the cafeteria that tasted like fucking hot dogs. they probably used the hot dog water to make them. fuck that cafeteria - im never eating there again.
fuck that exam too.
props on the pedicure
come see my toes...tomorrow?
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