I lied. I didn’t realize it when it happened, so technically, it’s not a lie. A lie is saying something you know isn’t true. I’m just now realizing what I said in the past has turned out to be a lie. I do, in fact, sometimes turn into a bitch on wheels when I have my spot. I woke up wanting to slug someone. Everything is getting on my nerves, especially all the new year’s posts on all the blogs. It’s annoying. It’s everywhere. And it makes me want to stop. I’m frustrated and pissed off and don’t feel like a girly girl today. I feel like a grump, a grump in my husband’s sweatshirt, watching my kids throw Cheerios on the floor. I’m irritated that I’ve gained three pounds, despite knowing I can lose it in a few days. I’m pissed that I can’t get my damn "print and cut" to work properly. I’ve been trying for the past two days to cut and print right in Adobe Illustrator to my silhouette (craft robo), and the shit just won’t work. And I’ve tried yahoo groups, and now I just want to toss my computer onto the floor with the Cheerios. It happens from time to time, where I have nothing to contribute, where I’m frustrated and just don’t feel like writing anything compelling. It happens to everyone.
I wonder why all the New Years posts out there have me so annoyed. It’s just the same everywhere. And it makes me feel trapped. I’m so sick of reading about how they resolve to not make any resolutions, or are resolving not to diet, or are resolving to live life according to a word or motto. It all makes me feel ill, the resolve. Any of it. To do, or not to do, is a stupid question, so stop it.