"You couldn't ever guess to whom you're talking." - Nina Simone, Pirate Jenny (Nina Simone's Finest Hour)
I've chosen to revel in my grumpy bad day.
I have a summer cold that's making me a pain in the ass and I like it.
Don't ask me questions that you want a sugar coated answer to today because I'm all out of sweetener.
Don't try to cheer me up unless you want me to blow my sniffly sneezes on you. I'm not having a good mood right now thank you very much.
I have about 2 bad days a year. I'm deciding not to feel guilty about them. I'm not going to worry about you while I'm stewing in my boiling hot bad day juices.
I was going to go spend time out with good people tonight. Yeah, no. You don't want to see me right now. I'm going home. I'm going to curl up with Wigfield, put my headphones on and listen to Kemistry (thanks for reminding me Miss Mahoney. I mean I didn't need you to tell me anything, I already knew. Why should I thank you? Grumble Grumble).
This is how grumpy I am: I finished Harry Potter during my lunch break and I decided I didn't like it. Harry Potter Sucks! Nyah Nyah Nyah.
Well, mostly, I just didn't need 870 pages of a sad sack boy blaming himself and everyone else for everything that has ever gone wrong. I know there's a lot of murder by death going on in these last two books but damn can't we have a sunshine day once in awhile?
Except today.
Fuck Sunshine.
Don't talk to me.