babble
Monday, March 10, 2003
I'm kind of irritated about a few things. I'm so irritated that I can't even be soothed by the sight of the lovely Julianne Moore with boobs akimbo like they were at the SAG Awards last night where her best actress award was stolen away from her by that stupid twat Renee Zellweger. See, I'm even irritated by that. Fucking stupid musical.
Anyway, I'm not really that mad about the SAG Awards; after all, they do have a funny-sounding name, and that's more than can be said for a lot of other awards shows. However, I am miffed at a few people, circumstances, and things, and so I'm going to vent about them because this is my website, damn it, and you can't stop me.
Actually, the thing I'm most annoyed about is that my family decided that it would be a good idea not to tell me that my grandmother was in the hospital all week last week. She's okay, and she didn't go in for anything super serious, but Jesus fucking Christ, people, is it too much to ask that you call me and say, "Oh, hey, by the way, your grandmother, who is like your favorite person on the fucking planet, is in the hospital right now"? I am definitely happy that she's okay, but my family (well, really, my mom) has got to get over this thing she has about "not wanting to upset" me. This has been a bone of contention for a long time in my family. They kept it from me when my grandfather was in the hospital before he died, and because of that I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to him. They didn't tell me until after he had passed away. I don't want that to happen again. Of course I think my grandmother is invincible and has super-powers and so she'll probably end up outliving me, but I still think my mom should call me if anyone in the family is in the hospital, you know?
I'm also kinda annoyed that I didn't get to spend any alone time with my girlfriend this weekend. The only alone time we had was on Saturday morning when we went to Target. Then she had to go to her son's Little League game, and he came over and watched movies and spent the night after that. (By the way, we watched Undercover Brother, which was totally fucking hilarious. "I am not a SISSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" You go, Doogie. Solid.) She left before I got up on Sunday because she had to go help her friend cast her movie, and she was pretty much gone for the rest of the day and I only saw her in 10 minute intervals when she came home and then ran back out again a few times. I'm not mad at her, I'm just annoyed that we didn't have enough time to spend together this weekend. Stupid time.
And to top it all off, the Barbi twins still exist. Why, God, why?
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