The Worst is when you’ve been working your ass off on something and then you screw up one tiny detail and all of a sudden you feel like the biggest moron on the planet. *doh* THEN you realize you messed up something else just as tiny and you’re kicking yourself for the next five or six days. That would sum up my day today, silly little mistakes.
Cannot WAIT for this week and weekend to be over with.
On a bright and happy note, I’ve got a great group of people I think you should direct your collective ire towards:
People Who Lock Their Doors When They’re Home.
I hope you fall, cannot get up and then asphyxiate because the paramedics couldn’t knock down your door. The world is a billion times safer than you’re afraid it is. What makes me even crazier is when they lock them in safe neighborhoods, like the goddamn suburbs or something. What’s the point of moving to the suburbs and living with suburb people if you’re not going to be safe with unlocked doors? Why inflict that mind-numbing homogeny on yourself if you can’t even invite someone over for a beer and just have them walk in all sitcom style?
Single ladies, you may be excused from this particular rant, obviously there are some extenuating circumstances. However, I know that if I were a little lady named Davette, I’d keep several deadly weapons around, mace, taser, katana, etc.
I guess what I’m getting at is, how afraid is too afraid? Sure you probably want to maintain a steady level of suspicious awareness at all times, I mean, the world can fling some crazy shit at you. But why deadbolt your door, put the chain on and then look out the peephole when you know I’m coming over to play some frikkin video games, Steve? You live on the Upper East side, and no, the 90’s are not even close to Harlem.