Warning- whining ahead

Things I am sick of:

1. people feeling sorry for me. If there is anything that flips my switch it's pity. It implies, rightly or wrongly, that I have somehow dropped down on the food chain. Rationally, I know this is not true, but I'm sick of trying to flip and funny about this, everywhere I go. Complete strangers feel the need to know the details of your stupidity. Serious people, while I appreciate you holding the door for me, it doesn't entitle you to an explanation. I know I could make stuff up, but the joy of juggling my own balance, a bag, and my own ginormous ego makes it tough to have that charming off the cuff answer. So people- back off!!!!!!

2. the boot- it's inflatable, but big whoop. It's still ugly and makes it hard to dress myself.

3. my house that gets messy as soon as I clean it. Why can't I train my dog to be a house cleaner?

4. the banking crisis- as far as I can see this is one more shell game where pretend assets will be shuffled around to more faceless corporations. No real change will ensue.

Well,those men and women who wander around DC will rearrange their power hierarchy based on who gets to have their version of legal robbery approved. But you and I- we will be the same. Except a bit poorer.

5. Sarah Palin. We knew she sucked. When one of their own kicks her out the door, you know the party's over. Although it's kind of interesting how McCain is falling apart under scrutiny- while the paternalistic dickhead thing is so last Bush Presidency, I thought he might be a better man then that. Well I hoped, cause I always hope. But I'm sick of all of them- can we pick one and get it over with? And just as an FYI

6. Almost anything that Oprah endorses.

7. fleas. Those little buggers have half eaten my dog. I zapped him with all the chemicals that are advised by the doc- he's still twisting like a yoga instructor on crack.

8. The fact that Paul Newman is dead and Carrottop lives on. No justice whatsoever in that one.

9. the fact that I am a big wuss. I could have gone out tonight but I'm afraid of driving at night with this stupid boot.

10. the fact that my ankle is mysteriously itching and my less then exciting haircut. Oh well, at least my hair is a sassy purply brown now. whine moan complain, whine moan complain.