Life by the drop

“A jug fills drop by drop.”
~ Buddha

Starting out Monday morning by spending your first half hour awake on the toilet wondering how the hell you came to be living a spin-off of that Alien movie with Sigourney Weaver from back in the 80s … well, starting your work week that way just sucks.

And now my little Oscar-the-Pouch is growling like he thinks he needs food, but I’m a little scared to go down that road right now. This so sucks.

Also, I am sorry I bitched about people who bitch about Daylight Savings, because driving to work in the freaking dark? Well, that sucks too.

I kinda want to kick Monday in the balls.

So I was out with this guy yesterday (oops, forgot to write about that, didn’t I. Sorry!) and we ran into his ex-girlfriend’s best friend. It was kind of weird, because of course they’re going to talk about a common interest – in this case, The Ex. Kinda sorta not cool when a guy is out with another girl, you know?

I just sat there, felt awkward and stupid, but still didn’t say anything because really, what could I say? “Hi, I am sitting right here, douchebag!” just didn’t seem mature. I figured I’d bring it up later when we were alone, but in the meanwhile … yeah, awkward.

But still they kept talking and talking and talking, and in the course of conversation, this guy goes “Yeah, me and WhatsHerName could have just rocked the world” and gets this horrible sad look on his face. It was like he didn’t even realize I was standing right there listening. I know for a fact that I am not invisible but at that point I sort of wanted to be because … you’ve seen my face. I do not hide emotions well and I was stung.

What the fuck? Seriously? Maybe you can tell by my gratuitous use of italics, but I was pissed. Instead of flipping out, I just shot him a look (which he may or may not have noticed) and went to the ladies room to sooth my own hurt feelings. There’s a little more to the situation than what I am relating here and I’m sure I am coming across as a little nuts, but suffice it to say that I don’t think I want to date a guy who is still hung up on his ex who broke up with him ten years ago.

I’m sitting here getting pissed off about it all over again. Aaaaaaand here goes my stomach again. Nice.

I’m taking off Thursday and Friday to spend with my mom. I hate wishing my life away, but man … Wednesday at 3:00 cannot come fast enough.