venting required

venting for the sake of venting:

Ottawa drivers suck. Yes I know that 100 is the maximum on the 417 but come on people... it's just not safe to go under it- flow is generally 110, so you going 80 doesn't help. No wonder we have traffic jams.

Rubber-neckers also suck.

ok i swear I had more...

think think think

right- got them.

American idol contestants need to not be such cry-babies. Yes I get it, it's a big ordeal, but come on it just looks so cheesy. And face it if you suck, you know you do so suck it up and don't blubber your way through your goodbye song. We still remember that you would suck if you weren't crying

FFFFFFUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEE
are you kidding me. Sundance didn't make it, but uber-smiley Michael Jackson wannabe Sanjaya made it. The dude can't sing. Ok now I'm almost in tears- well frankly that's because my ears are already bleeding thinking of Sanjaya singing. That sux.

I also hate that I often forget (until the day before that is) to make arrangements for someone to take care of my son Tiffer (read my cat Tiffer) in my absence.

Greys Anatomy reruns. Reruns stink.

-41 degrees sucks.

work sometimes sucks.

having a cold sucks.

Having just seen the new GAP ad on TV- it sucks that Wentworth isn't in it. (let's just say their ads are working I want to buy something from the GAP- but I'll be honest, I want to by something from the GAP so that it can come in the bag that has Wentworth's picture on it so I can then make it a poster- perhaps photocopy and enlarge even- and look at it every day, and anytime I need a pick-me-up at work (which is at least every hour, on the hour).

Speaking of the Hour, it sux that George doesn't tape shows on the weekends, as I'll be in TO this weekend, moments away from the CBC building where he tapes it.

It is sad to think that the longest relationship I've been in is with my hair dresser.

The cute crush I have on my physiotherapist is ongoing. Today he called me "sleeping beauty" because I was non-stop yawning. And I'm sure he missed me when I missed my Tuesday appointment. Ok well I only hope he did. I'm getting this only from him asking me "what happened with your last session?". I need to get over this high school crush. Mind you it is harmless. As harmless as my near-obsession with Wentworth Miller.

I hate that I've gained some weight over the winter. That really sux.

I hate when call but don't leave messages.

I hate drama. Drama in the (dragon) boat, Drama on the softball field, drama at work. It's a waste of my energy. I had a boyfriend who once gave me drama, and he was a waste of my energy.

I hate not being able to nap.

I'm going to bed. I hate the fact that I have to wake up to be at work for 7 tomorrow morning.