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Sep. 6th, 2007 07:12 pmV. nervous about my fantasy football team's* chances this week. My bitches better work! Mommy wants points.
Speaking of "mommy", ugh! Baby shower this weekend (4 little outfits came to 60 bucks!). V.v.v.v.v.v. not looking forward to it. You'd think my friends' uteruses would be tired out by now. But no, they keep pounding out the kids. And if they stuck to just pounding them out that be one thing, but it's. all. they. talk. about. now. Which, you know, I can't blame them for. I'm glad they're interested in their kids, but that doesn't mean I have to be.
And, of course, there's the hounding of me and Moe to get to breeding. Me, a mom. Yeah, that's a good idea. I had no decent mothering of my own, I can't stand wandering toddlers, all my hobbies require hours and hours of uninterupted me time (and I get crabby as hell when I don't get them), and I have a snarly personality. Plus, I don't like sharing my graham crackers.
On the workfront, I'm learning people don't have any issues with wandering in and out of my cube. GTFO, plz. Bye! It's sitcom annoying, the stunts they pull. Crunch-n-Munch chewed on an apple and babbled at me for a good ten minutes while I was battling with Excel(there was a random comma in an odd cell and when I delimited it, the data scrambled in a terrifying way). It felt like my hair was going to fall out.
So now I'm super crabby. I tried writing some, but I just felt HATE HATE HATE for everything I wrote. Wrestling sucks, fandom sucks, boring baby-centric conversations suck. I want to be giddy again over meta and writing and awesome descriptions and porn and the preciouses and flippy shit.
* Team name: Kickass Cupcakes.
Speaking of "mommy", ugh! Baby shower this weekend (4 little outfits came to 60 bucks!). V.v.v.v.v.v. not looking forward to it. You'd think my friends' uteruses would be tired out by now. But no, they keep pounding out the kids. And if they stuck to just pounding them out that be one thing, but it's. all. they. talk. about. now. Which, you know, I can't blame them for. I'm glad they're interested in their kids, but that doesn't mean I have to be.
And, of course, there's the hounding of me and Moe to get to breeding. Me, a mom. Yeah, that's a good idea. I had no decent mothering of my own, I can't stand wandering toddlers, all my hobbies require hours and hours of uninterupted me time (and I get crabby as hell when I don't get them), and I have a snarly personality. Plus, I don't like sharing my graham crackers.
On the workfront, I'm learning people don't have any issues with wandering in and out of my cube. GTFO, plz. Bye! It's sitcom annoying, the stunts they pull. Crunch-n-Munch chewed on an apple and babbled at me for a good ten minutes while I was battling with Excel(there was a random comma in an odd cell and when I delimited it, the data scrambled in a terrifying way). It felt like my hair was going to fall out.
So now I'm super crabby. I tried writing some, but I just felt HATE HATE HATE for everything I wrote. Wrestling sucks, fandom sucks, boring baby-centric conversations suck. I want to be giddy again over meta and writing and awesome descriptions and porn and the preciouses and flippy shit.
* Team name: Kickass Cupcakes.
