Warning: I am extremely ranty right now.
It’s 8:40 pm. I’m siting here crying hot angry tears at the whole world because I am a woman and I am depressed and because I can!
For starters, I had this whole blog post I wanted to write that was going to be awesome and it just won’t come out right.
Seriously, it was going to change the world.
Secondly, I don’t have enough tulle.
Yes you read that right.
I thought I had heaps but I don’t have enough and this seriously hurts my feelings,
Thirdly, the damn rabbit got out again and this time it’s gone for good as far as I can tell. Which means I get to inform Taylah in the morning and deal with the tears.
Fourthly, I just got a text from a friend saying that the girls night out I had organised for tomorrow night, has been changed to dinner and dessert due to cost.
This has really made me ranty.
Really, seriously, ranty.
For starters, seeing as I was the one who suggested it, I thought I would get more than a text informing me the decision had been made without me. Also, I had initially suggested somewhere much more affordable, but it was decided class was more important than budget, so we changed that.
Finally, it seems 7:30 is too early for everyone, so it’s been pushed back and changed to coffee and cake.
I don’t do coffee and cake.
It’s not my thing.
I’m not a coffee snob. Not at all. I really don’t get it. Give me instant and I’m happy with that. The thought of spending $5 for a mug of something that doesn’t taste any different than the Moccona I have at home is not financially wisdomous in my book.
I’m also not a fan of dessert.
Again, give me something cheap like a McFlurry and I’m happy. I hate spending $15 plus on a piece of tiny cake that is only going to add to my waist line.
I’d much rather spend my money on a substantial meal and a glass of wine. (FYI, I’m not fussy there either. Can’t tell the difference between a $6 and $60 bottle.)
But more than that, it’s frustrating being left out of the loop.
I have a feeling its because I missed one social engagement, which, for the record, was a birthday celebration for a birthday that’s party was celebrated two days before the second celebration, and on a day when I had three parties to attend. (Did that even make any sense?)
With my mind in the current mental state that it is, and having anxiety attacks every five minutes, there is only so much social I can do, so for my own mental health I took a break.
Not that I could explain it like that, but anyway.
I guess, after a week of school holidays, a birthday party to plan for on the weekend, and a crappy few weeks, the idea of a fun girls night out with dinner and drinks and who knows what else was such a welcome respite.
And now I’m left feeling extremely short changed.
And kind of a bit sad and rejected.
But what can I do? (Rhetorical question.)
And do you have any spare tulle?