Heat wave on the east coast. I know it is incredibly ignorant* and politically incorrect to say this but ugh, I’m so sick of hearing about BP and the oil leak. I don’t even watch MSNBC anymore because that is all they talk about. Is there really that much NEW stuff that you have to talk about it constantly…or is there nothing else to talk about? I listen to NPR and they find other things (like the war) to talk about.
*to some
I just want my news back. There is nothing on TV without it…And recently I’ve been trying to escape a lot. No, I can’t get on the internet. Well I can barely get on. People in “third world” countries have better internet access than I do. I’m not complaining. I just wonder how many Americans know that the so-called “3rd world” is living better than some of us.
When HG saw my house. He said, “It looks like my house!” I saw pics of someone’s house from that country and yes, my house is no better than theirs. They probably have heat and AC in every room too…and I don’t. 😉 Third world country, my ass! I really don’t know what is considered 3rd world…to Americans, everything seems 2nd best. America is the best country ever!!!j!!!h!!
Why do I ever bother posting? I haven’t checked my stats in 3 months so I have no idea whether anyone comes.
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I need a shirt that says, “It’s not about you.” Today I was unusually irritable. Lack of sleep, maybe? I dunno. But I was jumpy. Of course the coworkers noticed. What am I supposed to do? If there is one thing I know it is that it is NEVER ABOUT ME. It is people’s expectations, experiences, judgments etc.
It doesn’t make crap hurt any less. But I know it is more about the other person than me. So while I still feel inadequate about HG (house guest) for example, I know that he is bringing his own shit into my shit. And that is just a bunch of crap.
Sigh. That is why I only want to live with non-human mammals. But some of them are too much like children. My cat is like a two year old. My dog is more like a 5 year old. Dogs rule!
My mind is a mess. If I have to keep living this way, I’m going to be in a deep depression. Maybe that explains my irritability? Probably.
I was going to post about a book I’m reading. Maybe later. I’m taking one mid-term on Thursday morning. Hopefully around 7AM.
Tomorrow I get to listen to the World Cup at work. 9:30, right? woofreakinhoo.