Foul

Tonight's theme song: Reservoir Dogs - Jay Z et. al.

"I don't give a FUCK who you are, so Fuck who you are..." - Styles

I figured out why I was in such a good mood for so many days. Life was preparing me for a swift kick in the caboose. I hate sprint. Actually it's not sprint's fault. I hate my treo. It fucked up royally and now I have a brand spanking new treo to loathe. If you know me, get at me because all of my information is gone...

I'm in the foulest mood possible. Seriously. I could just chew fucking iron and spit nails right now. I wanna eject lead. I wanna instigate some shit to spread the misery around (I won't but still...) I feel like a 1 woman war monger. For real. I could damn well chop down a mountain with the edge of my hand. I had notes for stories on that piece of shit that I took any time I was feeling creative. I had important numbers of newly made connections to get my shit off the ground. I had text messages that made me beam.

Fucked up part about the whole afternoon/evening is I was feeling pretty damn perky. Flouncing through the streets with one of those stupid happy looks on my face. I stopped at Crepes on Columbus for a sandwich that was so damn good to me it inspired me to hit my old sandwich eating partner and say hello. Which wouldn't have been a bad thing if not for the fact that I don't speak to that person, but I was feeling giddy so I figured what the hell. It's not as if they'll hit me back. I've been on an amnesty run lately, reaching out to people that got the chop from me. It was feeling good whether they got back to me or not simply because I was putting good energy out into the universe.
Amnesty is over. If I haven't already attempted contact I won't bother, because I'm feeling so GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Continuing on with my pleasant afternoon, I scoped a pair of shoes that are going to be a delight to my feetsies. Stopped by my Dr for my work-up results: all is well in the body and I gained 4lbs (don't laugh, it's damn near impossible for me to gain weight - and I eat like a pig). Yippee. Remission ahoy fuckers! I passed a shop with a dress that's gonna make my hienie happy.
I was practically skipping.
Until...
I got to the sprint store to see how my data recovery went and got the bad news. My phone told me to go sit in a corner and weep because it wasn't trying to give up any data. Damn it all straight to hell in lye soaked drawz.

Enter nasty, stinking, dirty, rotten, scurrilous mood.

The rain doesn't help. I gotta step out tonight and hit the Eclectic Ride. muMs is hosting and Bazaar Royale (finally spelled his name right) is kicking lingo. I know the ice grill is going to be in effect. Saints have mercy on anyone that crosses me wrong while I'm feeling so mean.

True story.

- Don't know when I'll return.

P.S. We're putting our play on again on 9/14/2006... details to follow, that is, when I'm not feeling like taking a bat to the world's shins....