The ABCs of a Bitter, Bitter Woman

Tuesday, February 10th, 2004 • No Comments on The ABCs of a Bitter, Bitter Woman

I know I promised happy stories of Disney goodness and they will be forthcoming, but I’m not feeling it right now.  Bear with me.

What I am feeling is… not all here.  I woke up this morning incredibly disappointed to find myself at home in my own bed and wanting to be some place—

any

place—else but here.  Which is odd since a) I love my bed and b) I love my house and c) I love the little furry faces who woke me up to tell me they missed me and love me and, oh yeah, their food bowls were empty.  All I know is that if someone had handed me a plane ticket this morning I wouldn’t have bothered to check the destination before jumping in my car and heading for the airport.

Since I can’t physically remove myself from my current location, I guess I’m taking a little mental vacation because I couldn’t care less about anything that’s going on around me at the moment.  Work?  Please.  Friends?  Don’t call me, I’ll call you.  Writing?  Um… does e-mail count?  E-mail?  I’ll get to it when I get to it.  Food shopping?  I have bread and peanut butter, I’ll survive for another week.

I’m sure this is just a little bout of post-vacation blues because I have absolutely nothing on the horizon to look forward to and I’m feeling unbearably lonely and sorry for myself.  So I can either a) plan another vacation or b) suck it up and get over it or c) throw a little pity party for one.  I’m currently leaning toward C.

Oh, and did I mention my weekend is going to suck?  It’s a cruel, cruel thing to have Valentine’s Day fall on a Saturday when a) I’m going to be alone and b) I have to work all day and c) I’m feeling like a reject from the Island of Misfit Toys.  Valentine’s Day?  Gag.  Saint Valentine got what he deserved.  Love stinks.

I’m sorry for my lack of good cheer.  You can either a) ignore this post and wait for the good stuff or b) take everything I’m writing with a grain of salt because I’m in a lousy mood or c) bite me.

Hugs and kisses.

Posted by Kristina in Life

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