The one where I get pathetic over nothing. (for the sake of frequency)

The one where I get pathetic over nothing. (for the sake of frequency)

 

 **The reason I need an SLR of my own. I. Am. Awesome(ly Amatuer)!!

I think I've pinned down the source of my most recent bout of, "Ugh, seriously?! Hey universe! Can I at least get ONE win? Pretty please? With a cherry on top? I'LL KISS YOU!!"

Me.

I'm the reason "things just aren't fair" and "nobody cares as much as I do" and "nothing is the way it 'should' be". Yep. Yours truly. I'm the reason. 

And fade in with Hoobastank...fade out...and proceed.

I work my butt tush-tush ass off to do stuff and buy pretty things and take time for myself like in the case of the forthcoming Super Not-So-Secret-But-We-Can-Still-Pretend-Right? Mumzy-napping of 2010. It seems, though I know that it is "how life goes" (you don't have to tell me twice or once or ever) , that there's never a plan I make that doesn't have some sort of string attached. Don't get me started on how much I loathe strings entirely. My mind processes the thought of strings as something to strangle someone with. Morbid? Yes. My reality? Resounding yes. Hatred much? I guess. I have not a single clue where I was going with that, so we're moving on. 

This post is SO not about money either. It's about the ability, physically, emotionally, to participate in the Things That Make Me Go Ooh. No strings attached...uh, excuse me? Didn't I say we were MOVING ON! Quit it Bartholomew! I'm serious.

Basically I'm rambling. Essentially about absolute nonsense that is all self-inflicted, yet I haven't coaxed you fine specimens for a pity party in a while. October? Was that the last party? Geez, I need to get out more! (read: note to self, sort of the moral of this post dumb ass). Commence support and uplifting ego strokage.

I really shouldn't be complaining. At all. I'm Super Secret Mumzy-napping in 24 days, attending Bloggy Bootcamp, planning something remarkably kick ass for this broad, and going to BlogHer '10 in NYC in August (p.s. still actively accepting sponsors, wink wink shimmy).

Sigh.

I'll just keep gathering my MOTY awards to display in my glass case of accomplishment. It will look great below the gigantic mosaic of my face I'm working dilligently on...so far it is lovely.