Fuck You and Your 5K

What is it about this time of year and the 10Ks/Marathons/bike-a-thons/triathlons for charity. Why have I gotten like 7 requests for sponsorship in the last month? Is it the rush to get more tax write-offs before the end of the year? Is it the cooler weather? I dunno, but I've decided that I don't have nearly enough money to make all these people happy, and that sucks. Not the part about making people happy...the part about not having enough money. I should add this little tidbit to my manual. I'm making it official here: If you're not willing to put in enough effort for at least 26.2 miles, I can't help you...at least not right now. Ask again in February. I'll think about it. I still have the holidays to worry about, too. The goddamn holidays.

Thought I was just hungry...

But I've eaten and I still hate EVERYONE. Ok, maybe just most people. I hate the a-holes at work who are too f*cking lazy to do their jobs and come to me expecting me to do them. I hate Chinese-Water-Torture babies who have ear-piercing shrieks and whose parents don't put sound-proof helmets on their heads. I hate old people who drive 10 mph on the road, don't turn off their turn signals and can barely see over the dashboard. I hate MYSELF for my cowardess, cruelty and impatience.

I was still at work at 6:51pm this evening, hungry and tired, when Sparkle called to ask me if I wanted her to order something for me at the fancy restaurant she was enjoying. I curtly reminded her that my train didn't leave Downtown until 7:30pm and the earliest I could get to her would be 8pm. I should've said, "if I'm ever stuck in traffic school and you're having lunch with George Clooney, DON'T call me and invite me. Thanks."

Is it all people or just some who have no idea the impact their neuroses have on others? Slim Shady and his need to ALWAYS be the center of attention, Sparkle and her obsessiveness and smothering. I deeply, DEEPLY resent being the closest thing in my family to a rational human being...and yet, it doesn't help me, in the least, deal with Crazy. Fu-uu-uuuuuuuck. Someone put me in a padded room and leave me there for a few days. If reincarnation is reality, I'm coming back as a god damned tree. I'm done here.