Vacuity

I hate this layout.

I’m going to have to change it.

And I hate when “service men” have to come in the house.  No, I don’t mean members of our Armed Forces, you weirdos – I mean repair guys.  In this case, the Boiler Repair Guy had to come in for routine maintnence.  Now, he was very nice, and easily in his 60’s, but still  it creeps me out to have anyone in another room (even the “boiler room”) in my house while I’m supposed to carry on with my day.

Yeah, as if.

Also, I’m pretty sure one should not drink four cups of coffee whilst taking diet pills.  Granted, they’re prescription, but that only means that they’re *prescription* speed.  Yeah, I’m zinging.  Holy Fuckitos, where’s the Xanax?

And while I’m on a rant – I hate that I can’t figure out what to do with this blog.  I hate that I WANT to find a way to make a little $$ writing/blogging, but that I’m censoring myself in trying to figure out how to do it.  Can I say this if I want to eventually get advertisers?  If I say that, will so and so be offended?

Yeah, well screw that.  It’s driving my already medicated ass up the wall.  I’m going to just go Popeye and say “I yam what I yam.”  Take me or leave me.  Like it or lump it. (Sidebar:  I said that last bit to my father once in reference to the condition of my very messy bedroom once.  I’m pretty sure his ears turned red,  left his head and levitated for a split second.)

So…yeah.  New theme.

I’m right on top of that, Rose…

Tags: frustration, layouts, servicemen but not the military kind, somebody pay me please, Xanax