Yesterday I was upgrading my gallery, due to a security breach (yeah, I know… who would want to break into my gallery? Probably some fat whore sitting at home collecting unemployment checks pretending to be pregnant and dating a pretend boyfriend). Anyway… I decided that as long as I was fixing the damage, I might as well upgrade to the new version.
Of course, it didn’t go as planned because the new version is a pain in the butt, so I’m still messing with it. I’m going to try and put the old version back up until I can get the new one working. I spent most of yesterday afternoon working on that mess.
When I got home I did laundry and worked some more on trying to fix my gallery again. I’m having my host restore a copy from the day before, so it should be back up soon. Tonight I’m supposed to be volunteering at a fundraiser for the Katrina Hurrican people, it’s called 6th Street for Bourbon Street, although I have yet to be e-mailed any details.
Ok, so you know what gets on my NERVES, when people assume I’m in a bad mood because I’m not overly chatty or bubbly. I hate when people have to tell me that I’m in a bad mood. As if pointing it out is going to make the situation any better. When I am in a bad mood, the last thing you should do is point it out, and even worse to point it out repeatedly.
I also get annoyed when people do the “oh you haven’t had your morning coffee” routine. Ugh, that’s dumb. I don’t drink coffee, and even if I did, I highly doubt that it would determine the mood and outcome of my day. How ’bout maybe I just haven’t prepared myself for your onslaught of stupidity yet, how about you go have your coffee and come back when your brain kicks in… since obviously yours runs on something other than intelligence.
Hmm… you would think by this post that I am in a bad mood, but I’m not. I’m in a great mood. When I’m in a bad mood, I’m generally very nice and quiet. It’s when I’m in a good mood that you need to watch out. Ok, I need to get back to work, my break is over.
Hearing: Thalia - Amar Sin Ser Amada
Feeling: Grrrrrrrrrreat! It’s FRIDAY!
Doesn’t it suck when you mess on the computer for hours with nothing but a f’d up mess when you’re done. I did that with setting up my two at home on network. On the phone to Customer Service (do they really think I want to hear that they see the Taj Mahal out the window?…so, I see a goat running down the avenue) and they finally tell me to go to some secret location to put in some odd code. WHO WOULD KNOW TO DO THAT??
Guilty! I always told my last b/f he was being moody. Why? Does it help? NO. It just perpetuates the problem. I don’t do that anymore. Moody people are the last ones that want to hear it. They know they’re moody….they don’t care. They just want to spread the joy. “I’m on a mission…I gotta cause…”
Last night I cancelled my plans and (after I dropped my kids off) had margarita’s at home alone. Why are they never as good at home?
Left by Mark on September 16th, 2005