They don't call us Massholes for nuthin'
Since I now drive M to work every day, I am more in contact with the complete brain donors who live and work in the affluent MetroWest suburbs I cut through now, namely Southboro and Sudbury. I have been cut off/flipped off by many a Mercedes M Class and Lexus, and I gotta say: Money can't buy driving manners. You flip them off or give them a look, it doesn't even faze them. It makes you want to throttle people. This is how road rage gets started.
Of course, I know I'm a native New Englander because I find comfort in the cold. I was psyched that it's a tid bit nipply in here today and I could make myself a cup of tea without sweating my ass off.
And I've decided I need to stop swearing. So every time I want to drop an F-bomb, I'm going to say "frig." "Shit" becomes "crap." "Ass," "butt." You get the picture. We'll see how long this frigging lasts.
So I think I'm PMSing, because yesterday I was ready to cry all day. I assuaged myself with a rather large whoopie pie left over from a meeting, but ya know, that's not the way to do it. My weight still sucks and getting dressed in the morning now an ordeal. I just can't seem to kick myself in the ass, err, butt lately. (25 cents in the swear jar.) A friend suggested I up my antidepressant, but ya know, that can't be the only answer. And my therapist bailed on me today because of a family emergency. To be honest, I like her a lot, but she gives me these homework assignments to do, like exercise, eat right, and I just don't do them, and then I feel even worse. I just can't get out of my own way lately. I hope that writing for NaNaMo will help. Sigh.
Of course, I know I'm a native New Englander because I find comfort in the cold. I was psyched that it's a tid bit nipply in here today and I could make myself a cup of tea without sweating my ass off.
And I've decided I need to stop swearing. So every time I want to drop an F-bomb, I'm going to say "frig." "Shit" becomes "crap." "Ass," "butt." You get the picture. We'll see how long this frigging lasts.
So I think I'm PMSing, because yesterday I was ready to cry all day. I assuaged myself with a rather large whoopie pie left over from a meeting, but ya know, that's not the way to do it. My weight still sucks and getting dressed in the morning now an ordeal. I just can't seem to kick myself in the ass, err, butt lately. (25 cents in the swear jar.) A friend suggested I up my antidepressant, but ya know, that can't be the only answer. And my therapist bailed on me today because of a family emergency. To be honest, I like her a lot, but she gives me these homework assignments to do, like exercise, eat right, and I just don't do them, and then I feel even worse. I just can't get out of my own way lately. I hope that writing for NaNaMo will help. Sigh.
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