shown up for a job interview, only to be chatted with for 10 minutes before the person you’re chatting with realizes you’re there for an interview and then doesn’t want to look at your resume cos you’re talking and doesn’t know what you’re applying for or why you are there? i have.
left what was intended to be a witty comment on someone’s blog, say, making reference to a certain former primetime show and then you decide it’s not funny but you’ve already pressed post or publish or say it or whathaveyou and then you’re screwed cos not only is it out there in the blogspere that you’re not funny and are trying to be, but also, you’ve got the theme song in your head and it won’t get out? no? me neither. (sorry, rebecca)
celebrated the anniversary of the first time you slept with your bedmate? screw valentines.
stayed awake, knowing it was stupid? knowing you’re waking up more and more tired everyday but there just so much to read to write to think to do to plan on doing and there’s no baby taking up your energy so you can use it all up yourself even if it means that you may lie down, just for one second and be trampled by 1-3 year olds at playtime in the morning? i may start getting caffeinated coffee.
been so hypomanic, so anal, so controlling that instead of these blogger-installed labels, you considered starting a new blog for everysinglelabelyouwouldeveruseinthisoneblog? yes, it is a good idea and would allow me to use 10000 different templates. hmm!
had so many new thoughts that you couldn’t remember the old ones, like 3 minutes ago? yeah. it’s kinda like a party in my head and everyone’s invited but no one brought any snacks and everyone leaves a few minutes after they arrive because they’ve figured out that there’s no beer or weed or tostitos. or blow.
damn i need some chips now.
