It’s been bugging me for a while that there was a song out there that fit trump perfectly. I thought tiny was part of it but not much else, and had done some google research a few times without success. It’s been sitting there, in the back of my mind, percolating.
For real, though, good for Aaron.
I am miserable right now.
Maybe sad isn’t the right word, but there’s a definite feeling of blue-ness today.
I can’t stop crying at this one:
There was a shooting in Hesston, Kansas earlier today. There are conflicting reports on how many are dead but news is reporting 3-4 dead and 20 wounded. It is tragic and enraging that mass shootings are now so common in the USA.
And I'm really sad.
I have work to do. I have a chunk of time with kids asleep. I should get to work right now, but here I am, wasting time on the internet, typing this.
Sometimes a person realizes that their method of interacting with the world is not working. Today is one of those days.
I watched the pilot. I have opinions about Black-ish (Go ahead and add Fresh off the Boat to this too):
Ten years ago today, two of my friends died in a car accident.
Does anyone have any tips for not being homesick?
Gahhhh, I'm bawling. Why does google want me to be so sad?
I didn't get either of the jobs I interviewed for. I've applied to like 30 jobs since the beginning of September. So upset and tired of this.
Recently my Grandmother finally allowed the family to move my Grandfather into an assisted living facility, which we are all extremely thankful for, but things still aren't good. He's 93, has Alzheimer's, is generally just.... well, old.
I feel so bad for my stepkid, and just have to rant to someone for a minute. No mainpage.
I haz all the sads you guys. Gus, beloved New York icon, died yesterday when vets discovered an inoperable tumor in his thyroid region.
I just saw on TMZ he passed away...and it looks like a suicide. What a shame, I loved him on The Famous Jett Jackson and Rizzoli and Isles...
Today, after giving it his all for most of this week, my rat Conner finally let go. I'm a fucking mess, but I'm glad he died comfortably. He was bruxing (rat version of purring) till the very end.