Dang It.

1. This weekend I stubbed my toe something awful. I mean, it was truely horrific. My big toe is now missing a toenail.
2. Fuck these gas prices! The BMW SUV my husband HAD to have (because, you know, it would make us look good), drinks a gallon of gas when you turn the damn thing on.
3. Heat wave? We're going to have a damn heat wave?
4. I have to call the plummer, because we are getting water where no water will be. And that means I will be sawing off an arm and a leg to pay for someone to teflon tape a little crack somewhere.

Um... no.

Here is some things that piss me off:

1. people who talk like they know something when they don't.
2. blaming others when you know you're the one that fucked up.
3. when i say hello to you (because I'm being polite, not because i particularly like you, you stuck up jerk), you grunt in my general direction.
4. other Ph.D.s that insist you call them "doctor". I'm one too, however I don't have to remind everyone because otherwise they might mistake me for one of the common (i.e. not having a Ph.D.) people. Screw that. M.D.s who do the same thing, with the exception being their patients.
   
5. mustard yellow.
6. kids with snotty noses.
   

still angry, just been quiet.

holy crow. I forgot that I had this here, but then I trotted around the internet and stumbled onto some blogs and something jogged my memory. how about that! i have a blog that i set up some months ago wholly devoted to frustration and anger. I wonder if it's still there.

and look, it is! well, i'm actually highly impressed that i remembered it, but angry that i forgot. Fox, you old gal. you need to get your effing head on straight.

In the beginning...

Perched in a treetop, old Mister Crow
Was holding a cheese in his beak.
Drawn by the stench, Miss Fox, down below,
Peered up, then proceeded to speak.
"Well, hello, fair Sir Crow! Lovely day!
How you dazzle my eyes! How rare your display!
Not to lie, if your voice when you sing
Is as fine as the cut of your wing
I'll know you're the Phoenix reborn in these woods!"
At these words the old crow became giddy with pleasure
And, thinking to prove his voice a treasure,
He opened his big beak-and promptly dropped the goods.
Fox pounced upon her prize and said, "My dear, dear sir,
Learn now that every flatterer
Lives at the cost of those who give him credit.
That lesson's worth a cheese no doubt, so don't forget it!"
The crow, in shame and deep chagrin,
Swore, a bit late, never again to be taken in.