anger management, or the lack thereof
today is the day i became angry. ooooooo, i'm good and fired up. it's a good thing justin has no internet access today, because he would be afraid.
what are the chances i would have two, unrelated losses in a row? after hans, the universe OWED me the tadpole.
i desperately need some relief. i wanted to get out of town - spontaneous flights to wherever are my valium. i wanted to fly to new york tonight, catch a show at whatever club, eat breakfast at some after hours place, and take the first morning flight home. justin, however, desperately wants to stay home and shopvac all the sawdust out of our carriage house and break down the garden. so instead, tonight we are driving to kent state, which campus i have never seen, and eating dinner at some middle-eastern place which may or may not still be there, since the last time justin visited it was approximately 1997. justin billed this trip as the opportunity to witness the site where his dad experienced his political awakening. just imagine how excited i am. tomorrow we are breaking down the garden, then i am cooking dinner for an old friend in town on business, then we may or may not see the decemberists if there are any tickets left.
i considered going out of town by myself, but (a) i really do want to be with justin and (b) i'm afraid of how much alcohol i might consume on my own. so i'm trapped here, and it makes me angry.
i'm sick and tired of people in my office coming to ask me if i've bought raffle tickets yet or placed any bids in the silent auction going on today in support of a large non-profit corporation that funds many social services. you know who i'm talking about; i just don't feel like shilling for them here today. ordinarily, i would support these events. at last year's auction, i placed the winning bid for 75 envelopes addressed in calligraphy, which i had planned to use for hans's birth announcements; instead, i had very elegantly-addressed death announcements. this year, i just don't care. i have had one shitty year, so all my donations are going toward the fund to get me some therapy and/or drunk, and the people helped by the you-know-what are just going to have to do without my help this time. the next person that dares to chirp at me about raffle tickets is going to regret it.
if justin thinks by taking me to a college town for the evening he's going to get off easy because he can take me to a college bar selling cheap beer for students, he better think again. i don't drink that kind of beer (i drink belgian lambics if i'm drinking beer, or i drink wine, or i drink hard liquor) and i plan to drink oceans tonight. he better bring his amex card.
what are the chances i would have two, unrelated losses in a row? after hans, the universe OWED me the tadpole.
i desperately need some relief. i wanted to get out of town - spontaneous flights to wherever are my valium. i wanted to fly to new york tonight, catch a show at whatever club, eat breakfast at some after hours place, and take the first morning flight home. justin, however, desperately wants to stay home and shopvac all the sawdust out of our carriage house and break down the garden. so instead, tonight we are driving to kent state, which campus i have never seen, and eating dinner at some middle-eastern place which may or may not still be there, since the last time justin visited it was approximately 1997. justin billed this trip as the opportunity to witness the site where his dad experienced his political awakening. just imagine how excited i am. tomorrow we are breaking down the garden, then i am cooking dinner for an old friend in town on business, then we may or may not see the decemberists if there are any tickets left.
i considered going out of town by myself, but (a) i really do want to be with justin and (b) i'm afraid of how much alcohol i might consume on my own. so i'm trapped here, and it makes me angry.
i'm sick and tired of people in my office coming to ask me if i've bought raffle tickets yet or placed any bids in the silent auction going on today in support of a large non-profit corporation that funds many social services. you know who i'm talking about; i just don't feel like shilling for them here today. ordinarily, i would support these events. at last year's auction, i placed the winning bid for 75 envelopes addressed in calligraphy, which i had planned to use for hans's birth announcements; instead, i had very elegantly-addressed death announcements. this year, i just don't care. i have had one shitty year, so all my donations are going toward the fund to get me some therapy and/or drunk, and the people helped by the you-know-what are just going to have to do without my help this time. the next person that dares to chirp at me about raffle tickets is going to regret it.
if justin thinks by taking me to a college town for the evening he's going to get off easy because he can take me to a college bar selling cheap beer for students, he better think again. i don't drink that kind of beer (i drink belgian lambics if i'm drinking beer, or i drink wine, or i drink hard liquor) and i plan to drink oceans tonight. he better bring his amex card.
posted by laura at 2:04 PM
9 Comments:
sounds like some drunken therapy would be good for us both! I'd say you could always come to western PA and drink with me, but my hubby's in town. (well, that, plus I'm a "total stranger" in the "real-life" sense. but the sentiment is good.)
well try your best to have a good time (I know those situations well; unfortunately I have *no* problem drinking cheap beer or anything else when I'm in that frame of mind. G hates when I'm in that frame of mind, incidentally). Oh, and take along the aspirin and a large bottle of water for the ride home. :)
I want you to come to Los Angeles. We will eat richly, you can drink, and we can go to Beverly Center and play "Spot the Bulimic".
Sounds like you've got the cabin fever. I like to run away from hurt too.
A coworker and I have decided we're going to have one heck of an "adieu to 2005" party at the end of this year where we're going to drink and act like idiots. We've both earned it this year (she is recently separated from her jerk of a husband). It's October 14th and I'm looking forward to kicking this year to the curb with much fanfare already.
And you're right...the universe owes you.
darlin, anytime you want to run away to ny, you've got a free place to stay as long as you don't mind messiness and a killer cat. the door's always open. i'll even stock up on lambic, my fave too (i like the framboise best).
your anger is justified. all i can say is a very loud primal scream on your behalf, which does absolutely nothing to alleviate your frustration and only makes my co-workers think i'm even more of a freak. that's solidarity for ya.
big ehugs. i do wish i had magical powers.
you women rock. i would be honored to get loaded with any of you.
I have heard that Synge's roomate has a flatulence problem. You may not want to stay with her.
How about going to a batting cage? That might reduce some anger.
I think we all feel like the universe owed you Hon.
I know you couldn't do the 24 hour round trip to here, but we do like spiffing good wine and imported beer at our place. I'd be happy to sip a drop in solidarity.
Meanwhile, I hope the cabin fever calms down a little although God knows I've moved across the planet(literally!) in such moods...((hugs))
Man, I'd love to get hammered with you especially on Belgian lambic's. Mmmmmmm....
she ended up drinking a margarita the size of a fish bowl. in akron, not kent. then she and i went to a movie. a fucking kids movie at that. wallace and gromit and some franken-hare, her choice, not mine.
we did laugh though.
we then went and buried ourselves under a mound of hot chocolate at an old soda fountin.
today - various errands and a brilliant 4 course meal with an old friend. then the decemberists show - which yes, we did quite enjoy.
if you are wondering how I am typing ... well, i'm hooked up with the laptop to laura's old moniter. it's just the lcd that's fecked and bestbuy are still bastards, so this will be our way for awhile until we figure out what to do next. plan a is to contact the state attorney general who happens to have a pending lawsuit against bestbuy....
i'll op this as a new post. for whichever reason. laura's recap of the weekend will be much better written, and more exciting than mind.
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