Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Pending

Here are some things I want to write about, but I can't, because reasons. Maybe later.

It seems a number of my readers dislike their feet as much I dislike mine.

There's a guy in my office who just did a total dick move on me, and it made me cry.

It looks as if Texas is going to pass open carry of handguns. And based on the people who are pissed off by that, I could be fine with it.

I'm taking a week off work next month and need to know what I should do.

Based on actual readership of my blog, I'm expecting, like, 12 people to give me advice about my whole entire life.

I am meaningless - discuss.

6 comments:

  1. Feet can be pretty awesome. Walking, running, kicking people in the junk- Awesomesauce! And it sounds like Office Dude needs a little latter Awesomesauce.

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  2. I want to dispute your claim to meaninglessness, but then I think back to college and reading Sartre and Camus and Beckett, and I remember that we are all meaningless. I just hope you're not sucking on rocks. Or maybe you are and it's okay. Existentialists give lousy advice.

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  3. I don't dislike my feet except that their soles are so sensitive I find it hard to walk barefoot.

    Your office dude needs some sneaky revenge. We will discuss the kind of revenge.

    You can have a lot of hugs from me whenever you want.

    Twelve sincere people advising you are better than twelve thousand dilettantes making meaningless comments.

    Did you know you're a wonderful person? You are a wonderful person.

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  4. I'm reading, not commenting a lot (Mom has cancer, work is stressful). I'm learning to focus on the important things. Family first. Doing the right thing. Ignoring assholes. It's hard, but do-able. Hang in there, kiddo.

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    1. Oh honey, I'm sorry about your mom. And I commiserate about work. I'm honored that you still find time to read. *hugs*

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  5. Heh, funny you say that -- 7 posts since I last checked in! You go, girl!! Mom is remarkable -- stage IV Ovarian cancer at age 75, and she is convinced that she'll beat it. And it wouldn't surprise me in the least. She's in way better shape than I am....

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You're thinking it, you may as well type it. The only comments you'll regret are the ones you don't leave. Also, replies to threads make puppies grow big and strong.