goodbye cruel world
It’s amazing how a half-day will so impressively affect a mood. Like, mine, for instance the only instance. As mentioned in the Free For All, I’m out of here at now noon, CDT; GMT-6. Just look at how my reactions have changed:
It’s cloudy and rain is likely on the way… Yesterday: Are you shitting me? More fucking rain and time spent sitting on my ass? Today: Who gives a fuck? I’m out of here.
I’ve about 1.73 million things to do today and have spent the last hour installing and validating fonts… Yesterday: I’ll be pulling my hair out metaphorically and people will launch into a bunch of shit and I’ll end up with more to do and I’ll vomit blood all over my slick new lapbook and have to pay for a new one while my ear bleeds. Today: So what? I’m out of here.
See what I mean? I feel like Macaulay Culkin in My Girl when he was all happy and in love with that chick that no one remembers Anna Chlumsky, people; keep that one for a round of “SceneIt: 90s; you’re welcome. Sure, he was stung a BAZillion! times and showed up on her table all corpsey, but for those few cinematic moments he could have shit a shining, gold turd of joy that would have left the old folk in Cacoon wishing they knew true happiness.
But yeah, that’s where I’m at. I’m sure most or all of you are working ’til the usual time and don’t want to hear me rant further about how I’m walking on toddler hugs and chugging contentment out of an over-sized mug of kiln-fired teen love, so I’ll leave you with a verdict from the Supreme Court or what used to be supreme, before the monarchy and what not.
“… from a donkey to a snake eating its own tale” … hilarious.