So no one really knows my name and hardly ever pops on over here but I say I am one so therefore you can’t argue and therefore I’m offended that I wasn’t included in the list of celebrity judges for the SA Blog Awards. After all, a couple of those people’s names are known to about as many people as mine is.
That’s it guys. You’ve blown your chances for next year.
Back to me though.
This week has been horrendous. Not because of work, that’s a blast. It’s a chilled environment and I walk in in jeans and a tshirt and fart around for ten hours, it could be worse. The reason for my crappy week is all because of traffic. Yesterday we got to go home at 2pm and I nearly had an orgasm at the thought that I’d miss most of the moronic drivers on the eve of a long weekend. Really. The rest of the week though, led me to the conclusion that everyone has horrible home lives and don’t actually want to reach their homes. They just drive soooo sloooowwwwwlllyyyyyy.
Then there was that accident on Wednesday. I’m not even going to explain it because it’s the only thing anyone could talk about so you should already know. That kind of ruined my week too. People expected me to care. There’s a problem there though, I have a big problem caring that people died when it doesn’t directly affect me. I mean, I didn’t know those people and I wasn’t stuck in that traffic for six hours, it’s not really my problem is it? It also made me a tad worried about the people I work with who apparently would like to drive themselves crazy with fear every hour of every day.
“Don’t you ever worry that something like that could happen to a loved one?”
No…Can’t say that I do because then I’d never get anything done.
Although this conversation was a nice change from talking about pregnancy and babies. I have learnt far more about pregnancy and all it’s little quirks in the past week than I ever wished to know and I am even more adamant to cut my ovaries out than ever. Give me other peoples kids for a few hours so that they’re just entertaining and cute but don’t give me one of my own that I have to love even when it’s being a unholy brat.
Anyway, happy Easter weekend. I’ve already got mine off to a wonderful start by sleeping for twelve hours.
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Ja – it was a nasty accident. But I agree. You can’t live your life waiting for it to happen to you.
Anyway, must dash – am dropping off some chilled bubbly at Maytham’s place.
Thank god I’m not the only one who feels like this. Honestly, I know I should probably care, but I don’t.
Tough if it makes me seem uncaring or inhumane. Tough.
6000 – Exactly, I could think of many freak accidents that could kill me just sitting here in front of my PC.
How’s mini 6 doing? The temperature and all of that gone?
callith – You’re not alone babe!
if you have a kid on the way, then make the most of those 12 hour sleeps – cos come birthtime, you ain’t gonna get anywhere fucking close to that unless you move out
My god, why would you wish that upon me?