It's Thursday

It's Thursday (as my title so cleverly suggests) and that means that I've had 3 full days of real world, outside of my apartment, time. That means I have hit my limit of stupid activity forgiveness. Coming off the weekend where I've done whatever I want and hung out with friends can make me very forgiving Monday. I may see things that I feel are stupid but I can ignore them. Shove them somewhere deep and pretend they didn't happen. Tuesday I start to let the stupid in a little bit. I'll try not to get mad but it's harder than on Monday. Wednesday is even worse. By now I've seen so many stupid things and people that I'm like 3 events deep in the stupid. I try to forget one and another one pops up. Try to forget that one and I'll remember ANOTHER one. I have no recourse, I have to purge. I'm not Super Woman.

So, my friends, we come upon Thursday. The day that I have become so full of stupid things I've seen, heard, read, been an unintentional participant in that I am literally full. I usually find a way to get rid of all of these stupid things I have in my brain. Either by just telling everyone who will listen or really just telling Mike. These traits usually keep me from having more than a core group of people who can deal with these "purges". I often wonder what would happen if I didn't. I bet if I was one of those people who was really charming (I always assume that if you are charming and friendly that you have something horrible hiding deep down in the depth of your soul that will someday explode out and you will become just like me) one day I'd be at some sort of social function and I'd be telling some funny and charming story and suddenly I'd cough. I'd say excuse me and continue on. Then I'd cough again and some black stuff would come out. I'd be shocked and I'd excuse myself to the bathroom, cause I'm charming and polite, but I wouldn't make it. All those things I've witnessed and swallowed and put down deep in the depths of my soul would come out all at once. They'd all rush me from below, all those stupid things I saw and didn't comment on. I'd turn purple, probably grow a tail, hiss at someone and climb up the walls and out the window. Ultimately Batman would have to capture me and throw me in Arkham before I was able to continue my rein of terror but that's not the point.

The POINT is that I'm thankful for this bloggie cause even if no one reads it, I can get all my anger at the stupid out before I turn purple and start hissing at people. So here we go.

I'm sick of seeing people, and by people I mean hipster a-holes, with their dogs off leash in a major city. The freeway, you know like 80 MPH 8 lanes of traffic freeway, ends in front of our apartment when it turns into another street. Letting your dog walk freely along a road that is a transition from freeway to regular road is insane and stupid and it drives me to drink. I almost stole a little weiner dog yesterday cause some hipster douche- I mean person- was lazily looking for him while the dog ran in and out of an intersection bike/bus lane. I stopped the pup and got the guy's attention, instantly regretting not picking the pup up and running. He mumbled some sort of something in hipster language to which I replied with nothing. I don't speak hipster.

Don't be fooled by my ranting I love letting Pocky off leash. In the designated, proper venue. She is great off leash and if she saw a pigeon in the middle of the road no amount of training or anything could keep her from running after it. She's a dog. It's what they do. If you don't believe in leashing your dog because of some sort of misplaced cruelty issues than A. don't get a dog or B. don't live in a metropolis.

Man, I had more but this is getting pretty long. Maybe I'll continue this tomorrow and make it like a cliffhanger. I'm excited that I have something to write about for two consecutive days! Here's how I'm going to leave it.

You know what else pisses me off?

to be continued...