Grumpies

I know this is something dumb to blog about. Seriously, I haven’t posted in like a week and I really should do this more often. The blogging, and writing, not having the grumpies.

Ok, so the grumpies are just that. I’m grumpy, restless, I don’t know whats going on. Maybe its because my migraines have actually been worse than usual (what? right). Ok, I’m writing like I talk sometimes, which is just not good. And I say seriously all the time.

So (I say that tons too) I was thinking of taking a xanax because of my grumpies. But, it makes me sleepy, which is not good, cause I feel blah already. Then, I shouldn’t take my xanax for anything other than panic attacks… and rage. Ok, its really for the panic attacks, but I have serious heavy duty rage issues. I should totally talk about that sometime. Actually, here.

So there are some things in my family I think are hereditary that are probably not, but all of us, or the majority of us, totally do it.

  1. Rage- serious, attack your car with a baseball bat, throw my laptop across the room and accidentally hit your foot with it rage. Ok, that was a remote. I wouldn’t throw my laptop, I’m way too poor. I do slam it around a lot and call it a douche face though.
  2. Mornings- none of us can get up before like, 11am, if you’re lucky. Its just not possible. And when we do its not good. I can do things, but I’m not actually awake until 1pm. I was in trouble my whole senior year for this. Partially my fault, partially my aunts.
  3. Work ethic- totally sucks. None of us are good at working, or like to work. I know most people don’t like to work, but this is like “I’d rather be evicted than keep this dumb fucking job. I’m going back to bed.”

Ok so thats all. I’m watching a dumb movie that is funny, and somehow that annoys me. I don’t like comedies or romantic comedies that are funny but just…. easy and stuff. Like my brain doesn’t have to think to process this movie. Its uh…. Friends with Benefits. I’m so lazy, I’m not spell checking this shit, or linking anything.

 

This is my dog Echo, she’s impersonating me in the morning

PS: I hate having to pretend I like kids. I seriously want a cookie every time I’m nice to a kid.

PPS: I might actually be published in something. I’m not sure if it will be a printed book or just an e book. It would be awesome. I think.