Today was sunny, and like a total
doofus I woke up and thought it was spring and wore a spring outfit. No tights,
half sleeves. Then I proceeded to freeze my nuts off for the rest of the day,
because sun does not equal warmth, necessarily. See, when you live through a
Seattle winter you forget that. Fire ball in the sky? It must be 70 degrees
out! No, dipshit, it doesn't mean that.
However, I do submit that drinking
in some sunlight after a long time without it makes you drunk. Like loopy
drunk. One of my coworkers did a full-voice cheer today. Like, as in,
cheerleading was happening in my office. Also, I was in two meetings where
people, including me, laughed until they cried. I mean, funny stuff happens at
work, sure, but the library ain't that funny, people. Lastly, although I am a
loving soul by nature, I was overly full of love today. I was just feeling the
lovey feelings for every last person I saw. Not in an icky way, don't be dirty.
Just in a drunk "I LOVE YOU MAN" sort of way.
One thing that I don't love though?
The term "speaking out." Also "breaking his/her silence."
Why are headlines always saying that people are speaking out on things? Especially
things that are of little consequence? I feel like if you are Greta Garbo or JD
Salinger or something, and then someone said that you went on a puppy kicking
spree or something, your granting an interview to clear your name would be
breaking your silence, and also be speaking out. But like today there was a
headline that Kris Jenner was speaking out about Kim Kardashian getting flour
bombed. That is not speaking out, people! That is just speaking. Next thing you
know we will all be expected to pay attention because Donald Trump has broken
his silence.
Ok, so apparently I am ceasing to be
an I Love You Drunk and turning into an I Am Surly Drunk.
That is all I have to say to you for
today. Stellar writing craftsmanship once again, I know! I am amazing.
Have a lovely weekend, all! I LOVE
YOU GUYS. I must break my silence to make that point.
Also, here is the song my coworker and I insist on singing to each other on Friday afternoons. Click and enjoy.
1 comment:
When I saw that the words Pop Culture Librarian were bolded in my Google reader (which means there's a new post) I went "goody gumdrops! She's broken her silence!"
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