Hissy Fit! Category

Tapped by a Hummer

In: Everyday, Hissy Fit!

I really hate Orlando drivers. Really really really really reaaly hate them. D and I were coming back from the grocery store, and I was stopped at a red light. I watched this asshole ride my butt and then I felt the bump. Ooooohhhh…. I was pissed. I jumped out of the car, barefoot, and [...]

God’s Hotel

In: Hissy Fit!

Everybody got a room
Everybody got a room
Everybody got a room
In God’s Hotel.
Everybody got a room.Well you’ll never see a sign hanging on the door
Sayin ‘No vacancies anymore’.
Everybody got wings
Everybody got wings
Everybody got wings
In God’s Hotel.
Everybody got wings.
You’ll never see a sign hanging on the door
Sayin ‘At no time may both feet leave the floor’
Everybody got [...]

Foul

In: Hissy Fit!

I am in a shit-tastic mood. I feel disappointed in myself. I seem to be able to drag my ass out of bed to go to work early, but not to run or to do anything for my health. I can eat well throughout the week, but then I fuck everything up on the weekend.
I [...]

RANT!

In: Hissy Fit!

I wasn’t going to write about this because I thought it would put someone on the spot. But then I remembered, this is my blog and I can say what ever I damn well please. I won’t name names, because I do respect this person, but I am infuriated, even today.
Last night someone came over [...]

I am so tired….

In: Hissy Fit!, Links, Politics

of the “post 9-11″ hysteria. Sick of it.
It’s absolute bullshit. Keep listening to a government that controls you with fear. Truly, you are making our would so damn safe with your quivering knees and weak spine.
People died in the bombings.
That sucks.
People died in Katrina, but you don’t see anyone working on strenghtening the levies or [...]

Watch the hanging

In: Contemplation, Hissy Fit!

My emotions glow like a neon sign. I’m still trying to find a good use for this lack of control, but often, it gets me in trouble. Apparently living on the edge of a breakdown scares people. You see: emotionally unstable. I see the fires of possibility burning brightly.
Now that I’ve completely lost the original [...]

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Half written posts clog up a section of Wordpress -  the “manage” section. This probably doesn’t mean a damn thing to you, but I save some sites there, or story ideas and whatnot. The problem is, there are a lot of half-finished posts just sitting in digital purgatory. Some are rants. Others, just incomplete thoughts. [...]

I don’t know how D and I got on a Republican mailing list, but I am very very sick of the ads. I don’t agree with the views of the Republican party. You can’t “count on” my vote come next week. The ads on television disgust me. Why do we elect these whining toddlers who [...]

I am going to die

In: Hissy Fit!, Rollins College

My stomach requires more sleep. So does my head. All of my coworkers are screaming into their phones and it’s making me want to throw up. I am hangover, my friends. Two glasses of wine in a stomach scoured by stress, and the drink went right to the parts of my body that like to [...]

Why I want to buy a house

In: Hissy Fit!

I am sick of the landlords and property managers of the world. D and I are respectful tennants. We make sure that things are working right in the house. But our property managers are cheapskates and intrusive. I got a call last night telling us that we needed to fix up the yard, that it’s [...]

Oh, this is just bullshit

In: Hissy Fit!, Links

I can’t believe that a teacher is about to get fired because her students saw nudity!Why in the hell is this country so scared of naked beings. We all have bits - naked, jiggly bits! Art idealizes (most of the time if a classical style is used) the human form. And even if the body [...]

My uterus is going to essssplode

In: Hissy Fit!

Do you know the agony of cramps? I do. I am going to blame my birthdaughter for this. Prior to her birth my periods were blissfully irregular, my boobies never hurt and I never had cramps. My body’s maturity into a vacant baby-making machine pains. Does my uterus long for a parasite to grow within [...]

Truth in the attempt

In: Hissy Fit!, Rollins College

I am the Queen Mother of attempted changes. I quit smoking, rode, ran, ate healthy and avoided booze. This weekend shone as an example of my lack of self discipline. Smoking and drinking thrived, punctuated by stress and laughter with friends. I have the best of intentions, but I can’t seem to follow through for [...]

Smoking, rant, and smoofies

In: Everyday, Hissy Fit!

My writing of late has been sporadic at best. I’m not really sure why, it just has. I have funny stories to tell you but I’ve just gotten lazy on my blog My snoring has gotten very bad since I started smoking again. I am quitting today. I am going back to gum-chewing. Gum doesn’t [...]

I should have stayed in bed

In: Hissy Fit!

It started shitty. It’s remained as such. I am going to bury my sorrows (and headache) in a Dr. Pepper.

I took a cold shower this morning. That’s enough to set your day off wrong. I am in a very pissy mood and the coffee isn’t helping. Cold showers suck, unless you have no power, then cold showers are a lovely indulgence. My pores puckered beneath the trickle of mostly cold water that turned icy [...]

My bed felt particularly intoxicating this morning. Don’t you have those moments where the morning rushes foreword, but you want to stay beneath body-warmed blankets and lingering dreams? I felt that this morning. I’m not really tired, but the bed calls me. It’s a loud call.
We watched the first half of “When the Levees [...]

This is just a test

In: Hissy Fit!

Of the emergency comments system. Please make a comment (say anything) so I can figure out what the fuck is going on.
Thank you.
Have a nice day.

What in the hell is a “woman-thing” supposed to sound like? Gawd!! Some of the things I hear at work make me want to run away screaming. And have you ever noticed that some voices just piss you off? There are two here that annoy the shit out of me. I turn up my iPod [...]