In which I am not happy

...You know what? I'm not happy. For all the talk and the thought and the attempts at positivity in a day to day setting, I'm not happy. I'm just...not. I don't know why, I don't know when it started or where the downturn happened to make me unhappy. I'm just not happy. Unfortunately for me, being the pack rat of thoughts that I am, the only thing I do happen to know are points I'm unhappy about. And because I know that no one reads this an it's largely just a way to get things off my chest, I can essentially just get them out and never worry about anyone knowing. Not having a following online ftw. In no particular order, but in slight detail, things I'm unhappy about.
I'm unhappy that I can't ever seem to catch a break, much like a lot of folk. I'm unhappy that my local McDonald's didn't do the fucking Shamrock Shakes on St. Patty's Day. I'm unhappy that I lost my motivation to write, completely and utterly. I'm unhappy I eat like a god damned horse and can't put on the weight I want to gain. I'm unhappy Little Debbie stopped making Tiger Cakes years ago, but now we have Chocolate Zebra Cakes (not that I disapprove of their deliciousness, mind you). I'm unhappy that I can casually converse with girls with no problem but the rare moments I do flirt, it just sinks below the radar. I'm unhappy that I'm perpetually in the friend zone. I'm unhappy that there's no Sonic or Chik-Fil-A close to me. I'm fucking livid that I'll be 24 in two months now, I'm still a virgin and friends younger than me have moderate sex lives. I'm unhappy that I don't have anywhere near all the tech that I want. I'm unhappy that today's youth is so poorly versed in pop culture - learn what the fuck a cover song is before you get angry at Scary Kids Scaring Kids for "stealing" a Notorious B.I.G/Bone Thugs-N-Harmony song. Fucking idiots. Fuck it, I'm unhappy that I am unhappy. Goodnight.

In which I have nothing better to do

So, there's this website where I spend all my time geeking out. It's called Gaiaonline, and for those who have heard of it, you may know how addicting it is. If you don't know, go check it out, I need to get more people hooked on it than just myself. I'm a bad influence that way. 8D Anyhowdydo, I really have nothing to say this post, but felt like sharing my time consumer. If anyone reads this and does decide to join Gaia, I'll feel more awesome because of it; I'm already close to MAX awesomeness as is.

In which I rant and rave

First, let's let go of that deep breath. There. Now, Monday. morning. Ugh. Cannot stand Monday morning. A lot to do and too much time unused between doing them all, someway or another. I have to make a bank withdrawal today, as my cell phone bill is to be paid. Laundry needs to be done, floor vacuumed. A spontaneous rearranging of my scant collection of VHS tapes and DVDs is in the cards. Oh yes, let's not forgt the sink full of dirty dishes that I'm to wash, because, apparently, my grandmother has conveniently come up unable to do so. This is the norm lately; I stay in my bedroom, out of sight and largely out of mind, and in the off moment that I do come out of the room, for say, something to drink, the first thing I see is a sinkful of dishes. Meanwhile, my grandmother is on the sofa in the living room, watching the same rerun of Law & Order that she's seen a thousand times but doesn't remember because she's 64 and spends all her own off time worrying and complaining about what everyone else isn't doing. And then there's the fact that the garbage can was emptied, but there was no replacement bag in the can until I put one in. Meaning I've got the job of hauling a huge bag of trash down some stairs tonight, when it doesn't even get picked up until the morning. I really, really, really, REALLY hate to say it but, FML.