I am in one terrible, awful, no-good, very bad mood. Could it be because the moon is full? Did I do one rail too many last night? Is it because I’m still nursing a post-Election comedown and desperately need some methadone? Maybe it’s that I had bad pizza yesterday (which I’ve always thought was impossible). Or that I forgot my parents’ anniversary and feel like a terrible daughter. It’s the fact that I don’t have Guitar Hero World Tour at my house and am worried to death that, without practice, I’ll never master the wild new strumless solos. Or because without debate coverage, new Mad Men and Project Runway episodes, I’ve got nothing to watch on TV besides the Steelers losing to both Manning brothers, and reruns of Dog Whisperer. It definitely has something to do with the fact that that most of my guy friends are being as dramatic as chicks, and all of my chick friends (except for Jen, who is at all times elegant, amazing, and a pleasure to be around) are as crazy as chicken.
But really, when it comes down to it, the “why” I’m feeling shitty doesn’t matter. What matters is what I can possibly do about it. All I’ve been thinking, since opening my angry, slanty eyes this mornings, is what could possibly, in any way shape or form, make me laugh today and turn this crappy attitude around.
And then I saw this week’s FABULOUS Globe cover, which accuses Michelle Obama of exploding against Oprah’s, er, romantic advances:
I mean, I know Barack is ahem, “pretty” and “sensitive” and “soft” and everything, but I’m pretty sure there’s, uh, no love triangle going on here.
Filed under: Bad Moods, Barack Obama, Disappointing My Parents, Funny Stuff, Just A Hunch--Pretty Sure She's Not That Into Him, Love Triangles, Michelle Obama, Misanthropy, Oprah Winfrey, Shit Friends, Tabloids
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