Beat it with a stick

Do you ever want to beat the stuffing out of Ziggy Marley for not being as great as his Dad? And then you feel a little guilty, like maybe you should be easier on him because his Dad did die and all.

I realized today that I’m killing myself over here. I’m pretty much doing it in the slowest fashion possible, so that I annoy ever last piece of myself over and over and over again. I’m just a pain right now. I’m moody. I hate moody people. I hate everything about them. Just pick a personality and get on with it!

Yet here I am. Moody. And it sucks and I’m bugging the shit out of myself with this crap. My friend tells me it’s because my birthday is right around the corner. I blame it on switching my birth control to a generic form. When that didn’t feel quite right, I started blaming it on BB and our relationship. Which is really nice considering his birthday was last week.

Leave it to yours truly to wait until this Sunday to tell him how unhappy I am. Is that a reasonable length of time after his birthday? I mean 6 days, come on! The bad thing is, I don’t know if it’s him or me or the weather or my birthday or my medication or what.

I just suck right now.

I’ll write more when I perk up and am enjoying myself again.