Today has been, as predicted, a really good day.

Morning sex and great coffee, then Taylor took off to go work on his bike and, since That Teen is gone, I had the house to myself to flop in bed with the laptop and write a ton of reviews.

I am impressed with myself. I got 8 completed, taking my to do list down to the twenties for the first time in months.  Whew!  Feels good.  I scheduled them to post thru the week rather than inundating y’all with 8 in a day and that feels good, too.

My brain, however, is starting to hurt and my tummy is starting to rumble very loudly.

This is why I find myself typing and eating a frozen burrito while I wait for Taylor to come home so we can cook steaks.  I know frozen burritos are gross but…  meh…  I like them anyhow.  It just goes to show that melting a bunch of cheese on top of just about anything can turn it into a tasty snack.

The only bad part of my day is my inability to enjoy twitter lately.

Normally, when I sit around writing reviews or fucking around online in general, I leave TweetDeck open and check in from time to time, shoot the shit a bit, enjoy the interactions.

Lately, though?  Ugh.  No.  It’s almost as bad as FetLife.  And I’m not even talking about the ridiculous drama that’s been going around the past two, three weeks.  I’m talking about in general.

The arrogance!  It astounds me.  Every time I turn around someone is saying something along the lines of “buy me this?” with a link.  Like they somehow deserve the hard earned money of those who work hard for it, deserve gifts of trivial bullshit from virtual strangers.  What kind of balls does that take?  Bigger ones than I have, for sure.  And then there’s the “god, I look awesome” or “man, I have great, perky tits” or “I’m so hot” type posts.  Wtf?  Really?  And you need to announce it?  For what?  To reassure yourself?  Convince yourself?  What?  Ugh. It comes across as so fucking narcissistic and conceited it actually turns my stomach.

And the ass kissing!  Jesus h.  Everyone trying to be popular or get more products from manufacturers and all they do is lick and suck ass all day long, slobbering in their greed and desperation.  Nasty.  Just nasty.  Especially when they’re doing it to companies they claimed to dislike two months ago or people they thought were bitches last week.

And then there is the actual drama and the drama llamas that perpetuate it.  ”Zomg, look at how many hits I got when I talked about this! I must talk about this every day!”

No, dumb ass, it doesn’t work that way.  After a week or so, you’re just boring people.  Try moving along and finding something else to write about, something that shows your own worth and intelligence instead of that you know how to hop on the drama bandwagon.  When you manage to get that many hits over something that is worth something?  Then I may be impressed.

Look at me, bitching and mooing again.  I probably come across as totally arrogant myself.  I don’t mean to, though.  This is just my spot to talk to myself, to vent and let out my emotions, whatever they may be.  And I know full well I’m not better than anyone else and that I often do the same things I bitch about (though not in this case, damn it).  But, ya know what?  I also do fun things, have positive thoughts to share and try to be nice to most everyone.

Which reminds me.  I HATE people who say shitty things about me out of the sides of their mouths and then act like we’re all friends and shit, LOL’ing and @’ing me on twitter, like they want to have a conversation.

Fuck you. Fuck that.  I can totally respect someone telling me I’m a nasty, bitchy cunt to my face.  I can be like…  ok, I can see that…  and get past it.  Cuz at least they were honest, to my face.  But that back handed bullshit?  Fuck you.

I’m 40 fucking years old, have a happy life, a great family, a wonderful man, an amazing kid, a good job that pays me well and friends I love and trust.  I do NOT need two faced mean girls in my life.

Oh. And speaking of being forty.  I got some pictures from an old friend (and ex husband. heh!) on facebook the other day of myself from 1988.  My eyeybrows.  Zomg, my eyebrows.

Wanna see?

1988 (click to make bigger)

Now

I am much fatter now but, yanno what?  I’m not so bad for 40, I guess.  I’m definitely never going blonde again!  Heh.

And that, I think, is about all I have today.  I am done eating my burritos and I think it’s time to brew up a fresh mug of joe and either flop with my book or turn on a movie and just…  chill.