Wednesday, October 19, 2005

All in a Day

I feel the need to say something to Wednesday. You are such a cute day. It's really sweet how predictable you are showing up at the same time every week. I think I may be falling in love with you. Wait. No. I AM in love with you. Hump Day. Who doesn't fucking love Hump Day?

This morning while I was putting on my underwear, it broke. Heh. It must have been reading my blog.

I feel a little like Linda Blair after the whole head spinning bit. My neck is KILLING ME.

Would y'all mind sending a little love to a good friend of mine? I mean, I always miss happy hour with good friends, but I'm sad to say that after two months she is once again able to go to happy hour with me, and I'm so sad for her because I know how she feels. Yes, some things are better than beer. Better even than reasonably priced beer.

I hereby banish the synapses that prompted me to wonder why a bad man's zygote had to be removed from inside of me and the zygote of one of most wonderful men I've ever met just fell out. I decree that thoughts such as those are now required to check into some of the brain cells I killed back in college.

It's a rainy day, which is kind of cool. I'm all over moisture in October that's not in the form of fluffy, white snow. I only wish that I could've hung out at home in my pj's and watched all four of the Sopranos Season One DVDs instead of working.

I'm actually in a good mood today, so I don't get what's with the morose posting. I am officially the bouncer here at My Brain, and rowdy mean thoughts sometimes need a little roughing up and kicking out. There ya go.

12 Leg Humps:

Storm said...

no shit "morose posting!"

I have a thought on the zygote thing... Didn't you say that now that you lost it, you were going to start taking care of yourself and take vitamins, etc?

Just take it as a sign to start preparing yourself.

And your friend? All the love in the world.

Bonanza Jellybean said...

Tell your friend we're thinking of her.

And about the zygote thing. Here's a non-morose way to look at it. Maybe.

If that hadn't happened, shitty as it is, you wouldn't be who you are. Period. And I think you're pretty fuckin' cool, and as pushy as I can be, that makes it true. We're not just made up of the good things that have happened to us, unfortunately. Or fortunately. It just depends on how you look at it.

And I'm tellin' you- boy briefs are the way to go. Your underwear was just backing me up. :)

Zube Girl said...

Storm and Bonanza- You gals rock! I kind of worried that this post was TOO MUCH. But then I figured, eh, fuck it. I shall embrace too much, give it a hug, and send it on its merry journey to the tips of my fingers onto the keyboard.

'Cause otherwise it just becomes TOO MUCH on the inside wreaking havoc. :-)

Phil said...

"but I'm sad to say that after two months she is once again able to go to happy hour with me, and I'm so sad for her because I know how she feels."

Okay, wait. Was there a typo in there or am I really that dense? You're sad because she CAN go to happy hour with you? What am I missing here?

"Yes, some things are better than beer. Better even than reasonably priced beer."

Yeah, like daquiris. Especially $10 64oz daquiris. Mmmmmmmm.

Phil
http://nomadechoes.blogdrive.com

zazzafooky said...

I so love how you put things and are able to sort and spill them. I'm terribly envious.

My best to you and your friend both.

mothergoosemouse said...

I must be a spoiled brat, because the rain is bringing me down.

Cheers to you and your friend. Such injustice - it's painful.

And that is hilarious about your underwear. I thought only tighty whities did that.

Zube Girl said...

Phil- I didn't mean to be so cryptic, and rereading it I realized it might have been tough to pick up on. She had a zygote that wasn't quite ready to hang around.

TJ- Thank you. Really.

Mother Goosemouse- Hee. It's so funny how in Colorado I tend to forget that I once lived somewhere where there would be days or weeks of gray skies. It looks like it's going to rain again today, and THAT is too much. It must stop.

It is injustice. Totally.

Amy said...

Much love and good wishes to your friend.

I can't say that I have had your experiences, but I can understand on a certain level. Although, that is another story that I'm not willing to dig up yet.

I agree with Bonanza, it's made you who you are and you are an incredibly open, honest and very cool person. I envy that about you. :o)

On a lighter note... I updated that post about Killer Klowns to include a picture just for YOUR benefit. ;o) Enjoy!

PaintingChef said...

So so much love to your friend. And it does still hit you, even when you think you're over it, you wake up in the middle of the night and it hurts so badly that you just have to curl up and cry for hours and then you're all DAMN. I would SO much rather be sleeping.

Zube Girl said...

Amy- Thank you for the kind words. Both of us appreciate them.

PaintingChef- It sure as hell does, doesn't it? I know you know how I feel. Unfortunately.

junebee said...

I used to think Hump Day meant something else...

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