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If I Had Been A Pioneer...
Apr. 26th, 2009 11:48 pm
I would have died.
And quickly.
My twitter has been acting up and I haven't been online in about 5 days and it feels like I'm dying inside. That's bad news.
Apparently I did or said something on Friday night to someone/someones in a way that could have been or may have been construed by someone/someones who doesn't know me fully to be bad, mean or not socially acceptable.
But I'm not sure.
You ever feel like everyone is playing a game but they never told you the rules? Or maybe they did at one point, but you were sleeping, or maybe they only told you in a language you don't understand... It's a familiar game and if someone would just remind you, you could all get on with it and have a grand evening?
Ever take so much verbal abuse from strangers in one afternoon that it felt like your eyebrows were going to fall off? Yeah. Welcome to my every Sunday. I almost feel sorry for all the people who call in just simply to yell at me about things. Things that they generally brought on themselves. They don't seem to realize how badly I can mess things up in their cell phone accounts (you would not believe how many people fully rely on their phones)... Good thing I'm so upstanding or all y'all would have some crazy stuff going on up in there.
Also, Battlestar Galactica:
Just kill me now. I seriously can't handle this show. It's too intense. Too many plots and sub-plots and only about three characters I hate (which is bad news, because I can tell a whole bunch of people are about to start dying which means say bye-bye to many of my favourites). So much to cram into the rest of season four. Only 18 episodes left for me to watch! And then Razor, of course. I am both excited and not to keep watching. SO STRESSFUL.
Ditto the book I'm currently reading (A Storm of Swords).
So my 'relaxing weekend' coming up that would normally be spent reading and watching sci-fi might kill me with a cardiac arrest. Fun, right?
And quickly.
My twitter has been acting up and I haven't been online in about 5 days and it feels like I'm dying inside. That's bad news.
Apparently I did or said something on Friday night to someone/someones in a way that could have been or may have been construed by someone/someones who doesn't know me fully to be bad, mean or not socially acceptable.
But I'm not sure.
You ever feel like everyone is playing a game but they never told you the rules? Or maybe they did at one point, but you were sleeping, or maybe they only told you in a language you don't understand... It's a familiar game and if someone would just remind you, you could all get on with it and have a grand evening?
Ever take so much verbal abuse from strangers in one afternoon that it felt like your eyebrows were going to fall off? Yeah. Welcome to my every Sunday. I almost feel sorry for all the people who call in just simply to yell at me about things. Things that they generally brought on themselves. They don't seem to realize how badly I can mess things up in their cell phone accounts (you would not believe how many people fully rely on their phones)... Good thing I'm so upstanding or all y'all would have some crazy stuff going on up in there.
Also, Battlestar Galactica:
Just kill me now. I seriously can't handle this show. It's too intense. Too many plots and sub-plots and only about three characters I hate (which is bad news, because I can tell a whole bunch of people are about to start dying which means say bye-bye to many of my favourites). So much to cram into the rest of season four. Only 18 episodes left for me to watch! And then Razor, of course. I am both excited and not to keep watching. SO STRESSFUL.
Ditto the book I'm currently reading (A Storm of Swords).
So my 'relaxing weekend' coming up that would normally be spent reading and watching sci-fi might kill me with a cardiac arrest. Fun, right?