Then there are the days where it really fucking sucks to be me:

• An innocent email in which I cooed over a romantic gesture between two friends received a reply of “you make me feel like crap”
• I offered to pick up ingredients and prepare a favourite meal, only to be turned down in favour of a night of drinking
• I came home to two enormous piles of puke, one of which was helpfully situated directly under my desk
• There was a lovely pile of cat shit on the bathroom floor
• I had to disinfect my left boob, because Sasha scratched me with a shit-covered paw when I was struggling to force her cancer-fighting medicine down her throat
• I have Valentine’s Day rage
• .. in addition to just plain regular rage

I know these are all just a bunch of petty little bitches and things could be a lot worse, but *fuck*. I am annoyed at a whole bunch of things.

It is difficult to ratify my need for speed when all the traffic lights are in cahoots and conspiring against me. I managed to hit every. single. light. on my way to work this morning, including a gratuitous and baffling stop in the Stanley Park Causeway. I wish to go fast, and squeezing the brakes every block or so does not give me the speed I desire. Given that my top speed is 80km/h (while going downhill with a stiff wind at my back), I don’t think I’m asking too much – I’d like to be able to at least go the speed limit, is all. Oscar is completely done with winter and wants to go quickly, and I would like to accommodate his reckless endeavor in a responsible and upright manner.

I’m fighting to resist the urge to take my scissors into the bathroom and cut my hair. I’ve got Scooter Bangs – my hair is long enough where my helmet flattens things out and covers my eyes. It’s times like this when I wish I didn’t have bangs, but I am oh so trendy with them. Also, I’ve *always* had bangs. There are numerous pictures of Tiny Kimli with varying degrees of terrible hair, but the bangs are always there (occasionally joined by blue eyeliner!).

Twitter is entertaining me with #nerdpickuplines, but I think I outed myself as a MegaNerd (because it was a huge secret) with my contribution of “I’d like to iddqd your idspispod until your idkfa looks like Dopefish”. No one seems to have gotten it, which makes me sad (and if you DO get it, please let me know and we will have some sex). I guess we can’t ALL make the same comments about the size of our epic mounts *snerk*.

Is it spring yet?

blood orange sky > vanilla sky