For example, I almost posted this as my status update this morning:
"I've taken a multi-vitamin every day for 2 weeks now!! Go me!!"
No, I'm not kidding.
I caught myself mere nano seconds prior to clicking "Send."
The saddest part? I actually am super proud of myself for taking a multi-vitamin every day for 2 weeks.
I don't have a job, I don't know anyone here, I'm a Friend of the Friendless (yes I am, yes I am... 10 pts to anyone who got the I Love Lucy reference), and I haven't had the means nor funds to buy myself so much as a new purse in over a year...
So yeah... remembering to take my vitamins in lieu of poison seems like kind of a big deal.
My recent accomplishments, that I have deemed noteworthy, include:
1. The afore-mentioned taking of multi-vitamins.
2. Not eating popcorn for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
3. Showering.
4. Shaving my legs three times this week.
5. Wearing pants to a job interview.
6. Not dumping Bailey's Irish Creme into my morning coffee.
7. Not watching Maury.
It's the little things, yo. |
I literally have to create reasons to be proud of myself.
And no, that isn't even a little bit pathetic. It isn't. It isn't, dammit!!
I've taken it upon myself to write letters to invisible entities that I feel need to know my opinion. After all, I took a multi-vitamin every day for two weeks, so as a responsible member of society, this is my little way of Giving Back.
(Also? I literally have nothing better to do.)
Dear Pepsi Next,
Did you learn nothing from the whole New Coke fiasco? If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
Love,
Dani
Dear Dr. Oz,
I could have lived a lifetime without knowing that one of your guests pees when she achieves orgasm. Just an FYI.
Love,
Dani
Dear Asshole In This Apartment Building Who Let His Car Alarm Go Off For 30 Minutes This Morning,
Thanks, Douche.
No one wanted to sleep past 5:30 anyway.
Love,
Dani
Dear New York,
Your CHPs (whom I realize now are called State Troopers, but whom I will always refer to as NY CHPs) look absolutely ridiculous wearing cowboy hats. It behooves me to inform you that this ain't Tombstone.
Or Texas.
Or anywhere in the Wild, Wild West.
Please fix.
Love,
Dani
Dear Burger King,
You're not McDonald's. Rejoice in your differences. Now take all that copy-cat crap off your menu, stat.
Love,
Dani
Dear Arby's,
If an employee loses a finger while slicing roast beef, it might be a good idea to remove the finger before making the next sandwich.
Write it down. Memorize it.
"Remove finger from sliced beef before making the next sandwich."
I'm only telling you this because I love you.
Love,
Dani
Dear Snooki,
Nix the tan. You look like an Oompa-Loompa.
Love,
Dani
Dear 40 Year Old Woman With Triple L TaTas On Dr. Phil Yesterday,
You do not actually look like a Living Barbie Doll. You look like a 40 year old woman with enormous fake breasts and too much collagen in her lips.
Now you know.
Love,
Dani
You're welcome.
I started a blog post entitled "The One In Which I Want All The Bastards To Die" and wrote a list of All The Bastards and the ways and means in which they needed to die, complete with pictures and
instructions.
LoL.
*cough*
Anyway, I'm super proud of myself for not publishing it. I may or may not have given myself a High 5 for keeping it under wraps.
Go Dani! It's your birthday!
Things I've had to prevent myself from gloating over:
1. I'm smarter than a 5th grader.
2. I kicked ASS during the Teen Tournament on Jeopardy for the past two weeks. I would have wiped up the floor with those little smarty pantses.
3. Wheel Of Fortune is totally my bitch.
And last but not least, I'm beyond ecstatic that none of these people are me:
(Every cloud, y'all...)
My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard... |
On the other hand, having a giant pink tail is kind of bad-ass... |
I'm not shopping for Depends... why do you ask? |
I feel so much better now.
Winnah winnah chicken dinnah!!
I think I'm kind of in the same boat. I have nothing to say that's really all that interesting or inspiring for others, so I have to prevent myself from posting for the sake of words.
ReplyDeleteI need to go find an internet forum to troll the shit out of and get my groove back.
Watching Trailer Trash Barbie's chihuahua pee while standing on the back of her couch totally made me feel like I was going to Disneyland.
DeletePeople of Walmart always makes me feel special. So does Regretsy.
I recommend.
See? Told you that you would feel better after looking at the Walmart Elite! But . . . did you get some pants?
ReplyDeleteHow does NOT putting Bailey's in your coffee equate a win? Fail, Dani. So much fail!
And all of those letters need to be sent immediately!! They need to know.
I have not yet gotten pants. But I will. I just really hate the idea of hanging Even Fatter Pants in my closet, where sizes range from 7 on up to my current double digits.
DeleteSad but true.
You crack my ass up Dani. I just typed up this fb status update but did not send for fear of sounding too bitchy: If I had $100 for every time I read something interesting on y'alls Facebook feeds, I'd be poor as hell.
ReplyDeleteBwaaaaahahahahaaa!!!! I love it!!!
DeleteOh Dani, your photos make me cry sometimes.
ReplyDeleteExcept the pink tail one. That kind of rocks.
Is the milkshake woman posing? For you? Damn she looks proud! I was about to say that the Troopers didn't wear cowboy hats down here in Central New York, and then realized OMG, they do...now I can take them even less seriously...
ReplyDeleteOh my freaking God! My eyes, my eyes, I need a fork stat!!!!
ReplyDeleteThe best is when people post about their workouts or how far they ran.
ReplyDeleteI ate cookies for dinner tonight. And I can BECAUSE I AM AN ADULT!
YAY ME!!
Hugs!
Valerie
Baby steps! Take pride in the small shit. It's so important!
ReplyDeleteI honestly don't know how I am going to live the rest of my life without knowing the story of that pink tail.....
ReplyDeleteSeriously.
I really wanna know.
Damnit.
Yep. Those pictures TOTALLY made me feel better about myself!! THANKS!!
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