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Oh my god, Miss Grumpypants, what's in your craw? Why are you such a gloomy old crabby stickinthemud?

I don't know how PrinceoDarkness dealt with me at work today, I was completely horrible. Not to him-- he remains a cheering, amusing and calming influence-- but near him, such hateful, nasty grumpiness and crabbings. It's a good thing he's so practiced at ignoring the annoying.

Clearly-- okay, clearly we are chemically imbalanced and perhaps we should speak to our therapists about this but we don't want to because we don't feel particularly comfortable with our therapists and therefore only go to them for refills-- but does this mean we are allowed to succumb to this, and become brooding, hateful, self-pitying, nasty, negative, two-faced, rotten, self-loathing, people-loathing beings?

[ASIDE: On American Dad, there is a scene of teenagers playing Magic: The Gathering or Dungeons & Dragons-- both G & C say, "Tavie, look at the screen!" -- FOR THE LAST TIME, I HAVE NEVER PLAYED EITHER OF THESE GAMES!!!]

Ahem. Anyway. Okay. So, the headaches. Perhaps I should see a doctor. Perhaps I shouldn't have not-shown-up for that eye doctor's appointment, or perhaps I shouldn't drink Diet Coke and caffeinated tea every day and pretend it's not a problem just because it's not coffee. (Perhaps I shouldn't have gone to the ball. Perhaps I shouldn't have gone after that harp. Yes, perhaps you shouldn't have.)

Neverthefuckingless: no more brooding. No more seething. No more bratty comments after people leave your desk just because they're doing their jobs and you don't feel like doing yours. (I do it anyway, I just bitch about it and now I'm bitching about things that are my job to do and I have no right to complain about them.)

Enough. I'm putting my foot down. If I refuse to be happy, or am incapable of being happy, at least I can be pleasant.

I have great friends, really long hair, a fantastic apartment, sweet parents, a first-name relationship with the Kids in the Hall, a trip to Japan coming up, Dance Dance Revolution, two healthy cats and a healthy turtle, and magnificent legs. And I am not stupid and not untalented. (No backspacing over the last part. Nope. Don't. Leave it there.)

Why do we always dwell on what we don't have? We are spoiled morons.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:42 PM | shower me with attention