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April 11, 2008

What I Am Tired Of

-Group house politics: There was a time, not so long ago when the vibe in my house was pretty chill. Sure, we all had our petty grievances but they were seldom aired, most of us preferring to choose our battles, I suppose. Not this week. This week was a total onslaught of annoying, nagging emails on an array of fascinating subjects ranging from dishes in the sink to toilet paper buying. Yawn. If I wanted to be bossed around by the people I co-habitate with, I'd jump in a time machine and go back to the days of living with my parents. Pass me the studio apartment listings, please.

-My feet: They hate warm weather, which causes them to swell up and get all throbby and sore. I seem to have been born with the feet of an 80 year old woman.

-D's cold: As much as I like playing nurse, I do not appreciate being kept up at all hours by strange noises emanating from a certain someone's respiratory tract. Please get better sweetheart, your sofa makes a lousy bed.

-Obvious suggestions to vexing issues: Yes, I know that the fact that my roommates are pissing me off indicates it's probably time for me to move on from these digs.

-My body: Now this I don't get. How is it that I have spent the last six months very diligently working out, eating well, curbing my alcohol consumption and doing yoga almost every day and I still feel like a pasty flabby mess in sundresses? Am I simply too accustomed to being covered up by warm woolly sweaters? All around the city I see women gloriously flaunting their bodies in flimsy summer wear, and all I want to do is hide in an over-sized burlap sack and drown my sorrows in a bowl of mac and cheese.

-This mood: Like you, I sure hope it passes.

Tell me, what are *you* tired of?

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Isn't always hard to move into flimsy summer dresses? Maybe that's just me. I'm tired of being tired, of too much work and too little sleep. I haven't talked to any of my friends in a week. I want that week back!

I'm tired of my shabby, cheap, tiny kitchen that gets dirty within one hour of my scrubbing it.

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