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Frustrated Inc.
By hissychick | July 25, 2008
Many of the world’s great writers have been inspired by the darker human emotions, and written pieces of breathtaking beauty and complexity when the black clouds of depression or the hot fires of anger have threatened to overwhelm them.
I just become a rather shitty writer of trite nonsense, with far too much inane whining replacing anything of substance or amusement, the kind of prose that I enjoy writing and you, dear internets, might actually enjoy reading.
I am not in a dark place at the moment, nor am I in a shiny happy people lalalalalala mood either. I am merely frustrated. And you know what set me off? My freaking hormones, the ones that just gave me a period of quick, let’s get two of everything onto this boat pronto proportions followed by a massive tension headache chaser, dear god would someone do something crunchy to my neck and make it all go the fuck away The fact that I started the day with a dishwasher full of clean dishes and a small pile of dirties on the sink.
But so what? I hear you say. That my friends, is enough to set me off when I am in this kind of mood. In a chain reaction well known to hysterical twats like myself this meant that the dirty breakfast dishes piled up everywhere because I couldn’t put them straight in the wash which meant that I didn’t have time to clear up before taking A to daycare which meant that I had to deal with them on my return instead of taking my usual Friday morning breather which meant that I then noticed all the other piles of miscellaneous crap around the place which rendered me inert with procrastination, unable to figure out where to start. An entire renovation of the house or popping on a load of washing?
I am that uptight at the moment.
So forgive me my foibles and my not very interesting posts of late. I am clearly in need of a life.
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Do you wear glasses Hissy? If so take them off and all the mess just becomes a soft fuzzy blur in the distance.
So what if you bump into a few walls along the way. At least you cant see if they have finger smudges or crayon on them!
Posted by: Simone on July 25th, 2008 at 6:12 amLets go and find somewhere that sells the biggest fuck-off chocolate cake and eat a massif piece each, washed down with a delicious and uninterrupted hot coffee. Then they can do the dishes.
Failing that, I’m about to take 12 months parental leave. Do you want my job while I’m gone?
Posted by: pinert on July 25th, 2008 at 6:31 amSimone- I’m a part time glasses wearer, but thanks for the tip. If I shut my left eye I will invariably trip over something and enjoy the sweet release of unconsciousness for a few seconds.
Pinert- only if that cake is laced with something of sufficient strength as to be inappropriate for breastfeeding ladies and preggo chicks (congrats to you, when are you due?)
The job offer is also tempting, the commute would only be slightly shittier than the four hours per day I will face when I go back to my current job.
Posted by: hissychick on July 25th, 2008 at 9:48 amOh, I so know how that can just set the whole day wrong.
Take a cup of tea in the porch and let the chores sit in a little more. Can’t do them in advance. Can only postpone them. So postpone them for some peace.
have a good weekend.
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