"WHAT things??" indeed!
Nov. 13th, 2009 08:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bee_yorkI'm FINALLY feeling better, thank the gods! I actually went in to work today. It was splendid. I got so much lesson-planning done it was almost ridiculous. I have almost NO planning to do over the weekend now. Plus, I scored a super-duper easy subbing job Monday morning for a teacher at my own school. I'll basically be getting paid to baby-sit 'cause her stagiere is going to be there. :D Also, it's for my favourite group! How amazingly lucky is all of that, huh?
I'm on antibiotics and feeling tons better but am totally exhausted and drained. I was MORE than ready to go to sleep over two hours ago but I'm making mixed coffee drinks and forcing myself to stay awake until Mike gets home (not until 10 pm, waahhh) because I can't stand going all day without seeing him, I miss him too much. Yeah, I know-->gag puke etc.
Also, FUCK PETA. Maybe I'm just super-sensitive tonight 'cause my body and brain are all soft and gooey from the crazy fever that RAGED ME this past week, but I saw one of their fucking ads on LJ earlier tonight--I get this poor mangled extremely depressed-looking dog shoved in my face and, I dunno, I just CAN'T TAKE THAT right now. Usually those ads do nothing for me--it's not so much that I'm hard-hearted and cold (I hope not), but more that I'm desensitized to just about anything and everything. But not tonight FUCK. Now I can't get that sad dog out of my head. And for what, PETA? You think that "works"? I'm not gonna stop eating animals or wearing them no matter how much shit you throw at me. And if you think those ads are gonna make me go out and donate money you're all out of your fucking minds because I barely have enough money for MYSELF, thank you very much, and *I* am more important to me than some random dog. So fuck you, your ad served NO PURPOSE other than to depress the living fuck out of me and make me write this rant. That poor fucking dog!
I saw a cat that got hit by a car IN REAL LIFE on Wednesday and it didn't depress me anywhere near as much as this fucking dog picture, what gives??!
Of course, Wednesday I was TRIPPING BALLS thanks to the fever being at its WORST that day, so for all I know that cat wasn't even real.
I'm on antibiotics and feeling tons better but am totally exhausted and drained. I was MORE than ready to go to sleep over two hours ago but I'm making mixed coffee drinks and forcing myself to stay awake until Mike gets home (not until 10 pm, waahhh) because I can't stand going all day without seeing him, I miss him too much. Yeah, I know-->gag puke etc.
Also, FUCK PETA. Maybe I'm just super-sensitive tonight 'cause my body and brain are all soft and gooey from the crazy fever that RAGED ME this past week, but I saw one of their fucking ads on LJ earlier tonight--I get this poor mangled extremely depressed-looking dog shoved in my face and, I dunno, I just CAN'T TAKE THAT right now. Usually those ads do nothing for me--it's not so much that I'm hard-hearted and cold (I hope not), but more that I'm desensitized to just about anything and everything. But not tonight FUCK. Now I can't get that sad dog out of my head. And for what, PETA? You think that "works"? I'm not gonna stop eating animals or wearing them no matter how much shit you throw at me. And if you think those ads are gonna make me go out and donate money you're all out of your fucking minds because I barely have enough money for MYSELF, thank you very much, and *I* am more important to me than some random dog. So fuck you, your ad served NO PURPOSE other than to depress the living fuck out of me and make me write this rant. That poor fucking dog!
I saw a cat that got hit by a car IN REAL LIFE on Wednesday and it didn't depress me anywhere near as much as this fucking dog picture, what gives??!
Of course, Wednesday I was TRIPPING BALLS thanks to the fever being at its WORST that day, so for all I know that cat wasn't even real.
