Annoyance, thy name is today.

Grrrrr...

I've not shared this blog thing with anyone, only discretely referenced it on my Facebook profile, wondering who actually looks at those.

Anyhow, I heard or read somewhere that my "personality type" mandates that I journal because my stress levels cause insane dizziness. It's true, I quit my job almost 5 months ago as a result of both.

I have a large box of diaries stored on a shelf in my garage. The angry and confused rantings of my childhood (ages 10-22) are safely stored away in a plastic receptacle, forgotten words scribbled during uncertain but painfully important times.

I stopped journaling in my early 20s. At that point it was more fun to smoke pot and type existential nonsense at 3 AM on a work night over a bowl of Ramen and peanut butter toast. Essentially, I traded my innermost thoughts for ramblings I couldn't remember 27 seconds after they were born, much less a decade later as I try to decode non-sequitur statements about the sex lives of Scooby Doo characters and the sound of wet, bare feet slapping concrete.

So here I am, cramping and annoyed that my partner's sociopathic ex has, for the second time in a year, reached out to her on Facebook. I do not use the term "sociopathic" lightly - I knew this person for the duration of their relationship...as much as one can "know" a person of this nature. Anyhow, I'm not threatened, jealous, confused, etc. about the messages to my beloved, I'm simply annoyed by the sad, transparent attempts at remorse. It's been 7 years...seriously, it's time to let it go, pal. Unfortunately, the latest "white flag" arrived on the same day as my period, which means I am biologically forced to seethe.

Thus, tonight I journal. Or blog. Or share the outer crust of my innermost feelings with everyone, or no one at all.

Things I am annoyed by today:

- The Jay Leno / Conan O'Brien debacle. Jay Leno can suck it. I loathed him when he peddled Cool Ranch Doritos and I think he's a bigger doucher now. I admit, some of my dislike is based purely on the way he looks. I am not proud to admit that, but it's true. However, I believe Conan O'Brien's humor is far superior in wit and intelligence. His Late Show, just like Arrested Development, will suffer an untimely death as a result of America's insatiable need for pedestrian humor.

- Our greyhound has suddenly become incredibly needy and gassy. Both nasty habits are making my head spin. I absolutely LOVE all of our animals. Sometimes though, I really wish they were blessed with an understanding of both the English language and reason.

- My big toenails are different lengths. One is too short so I obsessively press it into the floor. I don't know why I do this.

- This tirade has only added fuel to my fire. I'm going to lie in bed and watch Hoarders. I'm dizzy. Surely another person's filth will cleanse me of my own.

Peace.