Drama du jour

[kellinator]

This morning I was reading a book about the secrets of happy people, how they don't get bent out of shape over little stuff.

Then I lost a contact.

I now remember why I'm not a happy person. Just about any little thing that goes wrong (in my defense, this was a little more than usual; I'm now squinting out of a pair of mangled glasses that look worse than Harry Potter's pre-Hogwarts, and the Emory health care people just completely suck -- they know you have to come there, so why should they both making it pleasant for you? Fuck them, I'm going to LensCrafters) puts me into hysterics, makes me feel like I have no control over my life.

I'm a little calmer now. But now I'm upset with myself.

*whimpers* I don't wanna be a crazy person.

Comments

Re: Two Words

[kellinator.livejournal.com]

I think you're right, except for one thing: I love steak. The kitties cannot have my steak.

Re: Two Words

[candy-angel.livejournal.com]

don't let them get a taste of it, then, because they will hound you to the grave if they do! (I made the mistake, early in my catownership, of leaving my plate on the table when I went to get a drink in the kitchen. I came back to far less steak and potatoes than what I had left, and now whenever I have steak she meows relentlessly until I share!)

Re: Two Words

[kellinator.livejournal.com]

Nick is a bad kitty. Nick is always trying to eat my food.

Re: Two Words

[candy-angel.livejournal.com]

obe too! she also likes to jump on the counter when you're preparing food and stick her face in it