Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Come out swinging, you may as well...

...when things feel shitty, there's really no point in dwelling.

That's why I'm embracing a number of action-oriented cliches this week:

I'm coming out swinging.
I'm shitting or getting off the pot.
I'm fighting to keep my head above water (and mostly winning).
I'm _________ 'til the cows come home.
And I'm partying like it's 1999 (at least once all of my schoolwork is turned in).

Because heh, fuckit...why not ;)

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Wait, no commercials breaks?

Oh there was one? Oh I talked through it...right.

Oh and PS...ADHD makes me talk during movies.


After everything I've been through this past year...

...the last thing I needed was to have someone douchily point out that I generally have a large amount of "stuff" in the back seat of my car.

The source and the circumstances don't matter.

But I will say this...I find, over and over and over, that the people who bother to spend their time in my life making such comments, are generally pretty insecure. Insecure, and stunted in their own attempts at feeling "good" about themselves.

This isn't me being defensive...this is me having come out of the other side of my ADHD-journey of the past year knowing that clean cars don't get you into heaven.

And if this douchebag must know...that stuff in the back seat of my car was a bunch of fabric that I'm moving to my sewing studio, so that all of my sewing stuff, finally, will be in one place. Wait...that doesn't sound like an "irresponsible and out of control ADHDer!". That sounds like someone who, for the past year-plus has been working to organize and consolidate their lives to allow them to be more effective and relaxed.

Yeah...so, to the mystery douche who made that comment?

Fuck you. I really wish I had something more articulate or witty to say about it but I don't.

Fuck. You. Douche.