LittleFluffyCloud

...or a lack thereof.

i love to use words like 'thereof' and 'wherewithall' and 'hereto'. basically because i have never quite wrapped my head around what these conjoined words mean, but when i use them, i sound like i do.

so, i haven't picked up my prescription for 100 mg of zoloft. i am not sure why i have failed to do so - walgreens is literally 1 mile from my house, and the little bottle that transforms depressed/crying/obsessively-compulsed sarah into happy/motivated/less-obsessively-compulsed sarah, is just waiting for me to drive in and pick it up and eat them NAWM NAWM NAWM.

but as my to-do list goes, having fat-free chocolate pudding in the house appears to be more important than not bursting into tears every time i hear tim russert's name.

it's quite silly. such ridiculous things have been triggering me to bawl like a Big Fat Baby...

• the show intervention. i know, a lot of you might also cry at this show, but not at the same time i did. i cried when he couldn't get his crack-cocaine.
• daydreaming i mean having a nightmare about how bryan died. luckily, i was able to stop crying since he has quite a hefty little life insurance policy. but inside i was still crying.
• the episode of roseanne when darlene got her period.
  
• vanessa carlton's 'a thousand miles'. i double-cried on this one - i cried at the song, then thought i was dumb for crying at a song like that, so i cried about how dumb i was.
  
• the real world-hollywood. yes, i am probably the only 30-year old still watching this show, and in my defense, it was a really sad episode. the token black guy yelled at the token alcoholic, and then the token stripper (wait, what?) busted her ass trying to do a move on the pole. oh, bryan is SO going to start watching now.
  
• yesterday when i realized i had walked around half the day with my fly open. typically i would laugh my ass off at myself, but instead i decided to cry about it. watch out for the crazy lease analyst, she's a crier.
  

i think the moral of this story is that someone needs to take a trip to walgreens and pick up my crazy pills. and by someone i mean not me. i won't have time - there's a brand-new jar of pickles in the fridge that has my name on it, and i got some 'eatin to do.

posted on Wednesday, June 18, 2008