29 posts tagged “it's whatever”
Just because it's boring for me doesn't mean you have pull your hair out thinking about it, too.
Not to be a cry baby.
P.S. Spiegs. Sorry I called you a lesbo for liking this band. That wasn't cool or very 2008-ish of me and they are OK sometimes in the same way Dave Matthews is.
Um, hey... Dickhead?
Way to fucking copy me...
I went to space first, you piece of shit.
Also, nice job on this track:
I might be pissed at you but I'd never be so mad that I'd deny you the props you deserve.
Guess what this person is dressed up as...
Give up???
Dina Lohan.
Well apparently, that's what happened. I guess I threw away a jar of peanut butter yesterday in my kitchen and then brought the bag in my room to throw away some papers and I meant to bring it down to the dumpster, but I mean, that's just not my style. I like to sit on my mess for a few days/weeks/months/my entire fucking life. The top was on the jar when I threw it away, too. Not only is Wagandstuff an asshole, but he is incredibly dexterous.
It's whatever. It's fine.
Last night was awesome, for the most part. By the time I got home I was really mad for a few reasons... fuming. Basically, I went to bed drunk and furious, which is a terrible combination. I had a nightmare. A really awful nightmare that has me on the verge of tears still today. I really feel like anything could push me off the edge into Crybaby City and I'm really hoping that my improv class this morning can get rid of this feeling, although I have a sense that it's only going to rub me a little more raw. Basically, I'm looking forward to today.
NOT!
(Yeah, I just wrote "NOT!". I'm bringing it back, don't be a jerk. I'm sensitive today.)
My nightmare is kind of hard to remember at this point, but this is what I know happened for sure: I was back at HBO for some reason, writing kind of the way I did at ThisJustIn, but things were A LOT MORE INTENSE and there was a big board meeting with all kinds of staff. As if it were real life, Dream Molls had literally not left the office for 30 days. I was wearing my BC hoodie and my hair was EVERYWHERE but I was really proud of what I had been able to pull together for this board of people to review. I went in to the meeting and immediately felt judged by these people for my appearance, and as the meeting went on, the kept cutting me off. Finally someone cut me off and I said really loudly, almost screaming "EXCUSE ME?! ARE YOU NOT LISTENING TO ME?!" and everyone in the room was like "GOD, MOLLY! He was finishing his sentence!" and I was all "I was finishing my sentence. Someone finally asked me what I thought about things and HE didn't even let ME finish." Then everyone in the room was all "We're going to have to take this back to New York with us", meaning the angry fit I had was going to be reported to someone of a higher authority than all of us. HBO responded not by firing me, but by having a slanderous article written about me in New York Magazine, with a headline that was something like "Molly McAleer-- HBO's Benedict Arnold"... which is just insane. I woke up shortly after that. I was asleep long enough to see how this outburst completely ruined my life and that's about it. I never saw if things got better or if I got to do a Barbara Walter's interview to clear my name. I mean, whatever. I have no idea what it means, but mentally/emotionally, I'm dying right now.
