Beat Elmo To Death

OHHHH HAPPY DAYS. Finally I am in a good mood after being a miserable cranky old hag these last few ... well ok since Ive been alive.

Jon & Kate are getting divorced.
Yayyyy... rejoicing can be heard worldwide now. The only thing that could make this any better would be a random monkey flying by with a razor and cutting off her annoying hair ... I'd like to say the whole head, but I'll take what I can get.

ITS CHRISTMAS IN SUMMER. Who would have thought?
In all honesty I feel for those children. Its going to be a miracle if any of them dont end up schizos, shitting their pants, stealing for thrills or addicts of something.

Moving along the escalator of Tachae's life ... I feel I am being patronized. Or used. Maybe both. Dont we usually feel like this anyways? Or we just fool ourselves?

"oh yes, mm hmm .... wonderful ". NO. I want answers. Now. Change. Now.
Not in a day, not in a week ... not in another year.

Listen, I am getting older by the goddamn second, and I dont have any time to waste. In fact, I could be at home burning my eyes with the radioactive goodness of my computer screen while I fill my mind with useless shit. Oh wait. I am.

I feel like moving into the woods and disappearing forever.

Which is no different from any other time in my life.

Except wait! Today is a lovely joyous day for traffic on Crowchild was almost completely clear, as in no waiting on the bridge ( I am PARANOID TO FUCK OF BRIDGES ) and it ....

and thats what I got to before my sacred concentration was disturbed the other day by this evil hairy beast.
Yeah I dont share my space so well... only child syndrome.

I FUCKING MISS BLOGGING. No wonder I have so much pain and anger held up in my heart, Im not able to splatter it on your eyes like a monkey throwing poo anymore. How tragic.

Now that I can think of it that way, Ill do it a lot more, dont you worry!!

So now for a bit of a sappy sweet story.

Theres a guy at my work named Michael, but for the longest time I called him David. I met him on his birthday, because everyone in the building got cake for it.
Hes special, and I mean hes different than everyone else in that way. Im not sure what affects him but it doesnt matter. Hes middle aged, silverish hair coming in, but very very very sweet.
Also good sense of humor. He told me today he'd like our work to have its own "Bachelor" show so he could be on it and get picked up by some nice single ladies. I just laughed.

He overheard me jokingly whining to the cashier that my favorite vitamin water was never stocked in the ice coolers, the strawberry-kiwi flavor. Absolute favorite. We have it, but its right out of the case and warm. Which is really gross, but I just get ice and go squirrel off back to my desk and drink it anyways. No big deal.

The next day, oddly enough, all the ice coolers were stacked FULL of strawberry-kiwi. I was happy but didnt think who would have suddenly just started doing it.

I came down for a bite of lunch and he was sitting by the window and called me over. He happily told me (like a child who is giving the most amazing gift) that he had stocked them JUST FOR ME, and thus I should buy 4 at once.

Awwwwwwwwwwwww, you have no idea how cute that was. So completely thoughtful.
He is my little old safeway man reincarnated.

Everyone might call that lame, but he is going on vacation soon, and I know I will not have anyone to stock my favorite for me. I can grab it myself, no big deal at all ... but he is so absolutely thoughtful to do something (with a busted ankle no less) like that just for little old me.

Excuse me while I tear up and whine a little more.

Some life changes are in order so please bear with me and these odd posts.