A Newer, Faster Version of what I put up with.

hung over

 How is it humanly possible that at 7:16 in the evening I am still hung over from the night before?

I have done nothing today but try to fix this problem.  And yet here I am, unable to type or a write a letter because I can't form a fucking sentence.  I thought while walking home from the subway this morning of all the things I hate today. (Sorry...strongly dislike) Because that's what I like to do when I'm hung over, make myself angrier.  It's really refreshing.  Here is a shorten version of these things that bother the hell out of me on this given Sunday.

1. Trust fund babies.  Why do they get to enjoy all of the lovely days because they have money and can afford to not actually have a real job.  I want to enjoy a Tuesday afternoon by sitting outside and reading.  Instead of working.  

2. Hang overs.  It's really my own fault.  

3. Ice Cream Truck.  The ice cream truck in my neighborhood follows me around.  And the song is the sorriest song ever.  "Do your ears hang low, Do they wobble to and fro?"  But every time it goes by I hear..."Do your boobs hang low? Do they wobble to and fro?" because of my third grade mentality.  And it sounds like they paid some hispanic to turn a crank in the back of the truck to project the music.  So it sounds like a dying music box.  

4. People who stop in front of stairs and then decide to turn around.  As if the stairs are really too much for them to handle.   And they somehow always manage to walk into me.

5.  People who bitch about the weather.  At least be thankful it's not snowing.  It's never exactly what they want.  Too cold, too windy, too rainy, too sunny...it goes on and on and on.  Bitch about something you can control.  Like your shoes.  Or your cell phone provider.  

6. Railroad style apartments. I'm ready to have a hallway. 

7. BO. Because I have it right now.  And I'm too lazy to get up and do anything about it.

8. Cat hair. I love my cat, don't get me wrong.  It's the best cat in the fucking world.  Most will agree.  But. His hair....is currently stuck to my sweaty chest and it's disgusting.  And he's shedding and there's more and more every day.  And it's on all of my clothes and my towel.  Ever try to dry yourself with a towel covered in cat hair?  I think I would rather just drip dry.  And it's not like I lay the towel down and let him lay on it...my towels don't even touch the floor.  But somehow his hair manages to embed itself into my everything.  

9. My hair cut.

Because it's stupid.

And the final thing that has help me become more angry today is!

10. Alcohol!!!!!  Because I'm still having trouble formulating sentences. And it's starting to get obnoxious.  

Someday I hope that by venting out all of my frustration and anger that I'll be a happy person one day.  But the exact opposite will happen and I will become more bitter and angry and probably alone one day.