Welcome to Wit's End
My previous entry had a point, before I started to ramble on about taxes. I meant to say that I cannot wait to meet up with my two best friends in West Hollywood this April. The three of us have not been together since 1999! I cannot wait to go to some clubs (gay and straight, thank you, Kim) and listen to some decent music. We all know the gay clubs play the best music, though. Maybe I will run into RuPaul? Then again, I don't know if I would want to run into her.
I am so sick of hearing the same terrible, degrading, hip-hop/pop crap that bars always play when the band is on break. I realize that most bar-goers do not listen to lyrics; they just like the hook and the beat, but after hearing the same songs over and over every week, I happen to catch the words when I am sitting there, watching the white folks' feeble attempts at finding the two and four, and the words are pretty funny. The majority of the words are pretty degrading to women. The words are far more degrading, in my opinion, than many of the rock cliches from years gone by.
I feel I am at my wit's end, once again. I am so sick of answering asinine questions all day long at work and I am tired of feeling tired. I am tired of not having enough hours in a day to do what I need to get done, like laundry and toilet-scrubbing. I even entertained the idea of hiring a housekeeper, since no one feels the desire to do her share to help out around the house. I just want to buy my condo and be done with it, but I have not had time to go looking. I have about six hours of homework a week, but I do not mind, since I pissed around so much when I got out of high school. I wish the band could take a hiatus.
I am tired of paying for other people's mistakes. I have no problem loaning my parents money, especially since they do not charge me rent. I do have a problem loaning my folks money to fix my sister's screw-ups. I think maybe I can work out a deal, though. My room could use a couple of fresh coats of paint, instead of cash repayment. Perhaps a lesson about personal finances will be learned while slaving away, inhaling paint fumes? I will say, again, that I am happy to help out, because I can. I had no problem paying my parents' bills, when my dad was out of work. I do have a problem with paying for my sister's mistakes, because running to her aid will teach her nothing. I am just a bit ticked off.
I suppose that was the proverbial icing on the cake. I just want some spare time to work on some more material. The creative get cranky, when we cannot create.
I am so sick of hearing the same terrible, degrading, hip-hop/pop crap that bars always play when the band is on break. I realize that most bar-goers do not listen to lyrics; they just like the hook and the beat, but after hearing the same songs over and over every week, I happen to catch the words when I am sitting there, watching the white folks' feeble attempts at finding the two and four, and the words are pretty funny. The majority of the words are pretty degrading to women. The words are far more degrading, in my opinion, than many of the rock cliches from years gone by.
I feel I am at my wit's end, once again. I am so sick of answering asinine questions all day long at work and I am tired of feeling tired. I am tired of not having enough hours in a day to do what I need to get done, like laundry and toilet-scrubbing. I even entertained the idea of hiring a housekeeper, since no one feels the desire to do her share to help out around the house. I just want to buy my condo and be done with it, but I have not had time to go looking. I have about six hours of homework a week, but I do not mind, since I pissed around so much when I got out of high school. I wish the band could take a hiatus.
I am tired of paying for other people's mistakes. I have no problem loaning my parents money, especially since they do not charge me rent. I do have a problem loaning my folks money to fix my sister's screw-ups. I think maybe I can work out a deal, though. My room could use a couple of fresh coats of paint, instead of cash repayment. Perhaps a lesson about personal finances will be learned while slaving away, inhaling paint fumes? I will say, again, that I am happy to help out, because I can. I had no problem paying my parents' bills, when my dad was out of work. I do have a problem with paying for my sister's mistakes, because running to her aid will teach her nothing. I am just a bit ticked off.
I suppose that was the proverbial icing on the cake. I just want some spare time to work on some more material. The creative get cranky, when we cannot create.
posted by Jeni @ 12:58 PM
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