November 18, 2010
I Can't Think of One Damn Thing to Blog About
So I'll give you four.
Elevator Relationships
Just because we ride on the same elevator for three floors does NOT mean you have to wish me any kind of day at the end of the ride. You are not obligated to invest any thought at all in what kind of day I am having or will have. I'm more than happy to spend my entire five seconds with you in utter silence, start to finish. I'm not answering you people anymore. I'm not participating in your faux-friendship. Think what you will of me.
Bagger
When I've fulfilled the rest of my contract in thirty-one and a half days (we get a half day off on December 10), I want to bag groceries at Trader Joe's. I'm serious. Those people always seem happy with their lot in life. I want to drink that Kool-Aid. Of course, I may not have enough face-piercings or visible tattoos,... but maybe if I die my hair jet black or Raggedy Ann red, I can fool them into thinking that I'm hip and quirky. Perhaps a beret?
Schedule
Here's the rest of my November: Rehearsal, gig, one day to put up all Christmas decorations, doctor appointment, different doctor appointment, really different doctor appointment, Thanksgiving at Billi's with her in-laws, Indiana with my in-laws, another day with the in-laws, another day with the in-laws. Will someone just cryogenically freeze me until the 30th? That's when Husband goes on a three-day business trip, and I sit on my ass eating pasta every night. I'm not even sure when I'm gonna see the latest "Harry Potter" movie -- THAT's how fucked up my calendar is!
Christmas Party
There's this kind of group that I belong to on Facebook, made up of people I went to school with at various stages of my life. Because I am an idiot, I volunteered to throw this year's Christmas party. Now I find out through the grapevine that a couple people I don't know are going to show up. Ahhhh, great, just like high school. Only this time, I am not afraid of anyone thinking I'm not cool when I boot their ass out, and if anyone pukes in my bushes, I can call the cops without fear of getting in trouble myself. Beware, party crashers! This former drama geek GREW A SET since graduation!
Comments
What's up with the three doc appt's? Is one of them hopefully Dr. Hottie??
Posted by: Diane Schmidt at November 21, 2010 09:07 PM
I'd boot the idiot who invited the people you don't know too! How rude!
Posted by: Billi at November 22, 2010 11:55 AM