what’s happening, currently

Last night I dreamt about hugging cute boys. And playing Beatles Rock Band with them.
Many things are happening, and I am trying to manage them without losing my mind. I have a second appointment with my new therapist lined up. I will soon be calling in-network psychiatrists for my medicines. I’m really looking forward to [...]

FOR FUCK’S SAKE

xb emailed my friend’s husband, to whine about how he (xb) needed to be able to be friends with my friend’s husband so xb’s career could flourish. Or something to that effect. The point is HE EMAILED MY FRIEND.
I’m a fucking crazy bitch, and even I have managed to not email any of his exclusive [...]

shut. the fuck. up. you fucker.

Ugh. So much idiotic drama going on. xb has once again reared his stupid-ass head. He friended by best and oldest friend in Chicago on Facebook recently, and I had a panic attack after seeing his face below a post of hers that he’d commented on (it doesn’t help that his profile picture is from [...]

like a frakkin bee

I am still busy. I was on vacation for a week in June, then I went out of town for the 4th of July holiday, and we are still in the midst of summer reading. I will be at ALA from Saturday til Tuesday.
I have several stories to tell. I will try to get to [...]

oy! librarian in crisis!

I am a children’s librarian in the midst of SUMMER READING! Which means, oh, my god, I am losing my mind. I am swarmed by children most of the day, signing them up for the program, explaining how the program works, etc and so forth.
I do have several tales to tell, though: Sideburns and his [...]

i feel like a fucking cymbalta commercial

I was in my car and pulling out of my parking spot when I decided to call in to work. I pulled up a little bit, into a spot where my car wouldn’t get shit on quite so much, and then called my boss.
I need to go pick up a prescription. Last night I took [...]

omg.

The library is so BORING today. I mean, I don’t need anyone to poop or anything, but golly, the hours are DRAGGING BY.
Also, this song sums up my interactions with the Professor (except for the mature part; he was not mature at all). We are no longer seeing each other.

close one

I had to run upstairs and hide for a little bit so the teenage boy who writes horrible poetry and can’t take constructive criticism wouldn’t ask me to read some of his horrible poetry. Because it’s horrible.

inauguration snark

On this historic day, I find myself finally able to imagine an America wherein every employed person will have at their disposal paid sick leave that they will not use, thereby sickening everyone in their workplace because of their own inflated sense of importance.
God bless America.

today

I just want one of my coworkers to shut the fuck up.