piss-poor time management and other something somethings

post office. target. visa gift card for new shower liners and plastic rings to hold the liners.
our shower requires two liners. we figured out that if you keep them together at the back of the shower (where the faucet lives) that the floor doesn't flood, but it's okay if they don't meet at the back, which is the front from where i'm standing in it
but this was weeks ago by now.
i hate myself as a driver. i'm not good at it and my car shows. i like myself better as a biker. there's only one person i'm most likely to hurt and that's me. i'd rather just be responsible for me. in a transportation situation, anyway. other situations i don't mind as much.
biking scares me. drivers don't look out for you. they're in a big-ass hurry. two wheels just have to be swift and douchy. it's the only way. let them curse you, they of the front wheel drive. for they will arrive before you and warmer still.
seriously though, one of the few things i am consistently good at is putting kids to bed (mostly).
and staying out of trouble (mostly).
ace of spades. corner pocket. yahtzee.
it is a delicate balance between nice and pushover, tolerant and cold-shouldered, patient and frigging irritated.
i suspect that one day you wake up and you're ___-years-old and you cease to give a hoot because, in the end, we're all drivers. shit or get off the pot. if you can't run with the big dogs, stay on the porch. get rich or die tryin'. mo' money mo problems. bitches ain't shit but hos and chicks.
you's a mean, mean jelly bean.
i am going through one of those tattoo phases, where i think i want one but then i can't decide what i would get and then i figure i'm just rushing to pick because i know by the end of the month i won't want one anymore.
i'm saving it for...
i'm saving myself...
for gay marriage.
pro-life? riiiight. just not liberty and the pursuit of...
trivia?
trivial?
oh i forget. who cares? pass the ranch twinkie pizza poppers and let's get tuh messin'
someone turn up glenn beck.
i D E S P I S E sarah palin.
she makes my hair curl
my skin crawl
my butt bleed.

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usually i avoid serious conversation because i am afraid i will complain. talk too much about myself. make it about me. so i usually just stick to jokes.
i am sticking to them right now because, for once, i'm not on the verge of destruction and everything is sort of boring and placid--in a good way. like, nothing is erupting under my bleeding sarah palin butt at the moment. but it seems like everyone else's butts and eyes and mouths and hearts and feet are bleeding so...i'll just keep my mouth shut and keep complacence to myself for the time being.
i generally can't stand a heartbeat this time of year. maybe L.A. keeps me chuggin along for now.
does anyone ever tell each other when they are in a good mood, or is that not encouraged right now? i get the impression that it's considered annoying to feel anything other than marginalized.