My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

General Malaise and Discontent has progressed over the past two weeks and developed into a Black and Foul Humour of the Most Unfortunate Variety. I thought I was going to elaborate here, but it's really not worth it. All I know is that I have been angry and hurt for two weeks now, and I don't know when or if that will be fixed anytime soon. I do know, however, that I am perfectly justified in feeling the way that I do, and anyone who may believe otherwise does not know the whole story. And now I am typing hard enough to potentially damage the keyboard, so I must go. Bah fucking humbug.

...are two good phrases for me right now. I've been thinking about too many things lately. Bitching and venting a lot. And how the hell did it get to be December already?!? Is anyone else irritated by the incessant Christmas music playing everywhere? I keep thinking that it's just too soon for all that mess, but Christmas is really not all that far away. Which is usually a lot more exciting to me by this point in the month. But alas, I am too stressed and pissed and irritated and tired and frustrated to be in the Christmas spirit. General malaise and discontent. At least Shoestring starts soon. Auditions for my new batch of babies are this Sunday and I can't wait. I have a feeling life will be a little easier once I have Shoestring to focus on. (Which actually makes no sense since I'll be busier than a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest.) But looking ahead, I think 2007 is going to be a very big year. That is all for now.