Let The Good Times Roll

I reluctantly got out of my nice warm bed this morning after listening to my dogs whine for about 10 minutes and quickly decided to have a nice day. Despite the fact that I could still feel the sad in my head, I was going to make today a good one. Then I found a bug in my Fruity Pebbles.

So, fuck it. Wednesday sucks too.

My neighbors all suck. With their spitting all over the place. With their letting their dogs shit all over the sidewalk and the landing and anywhere they damn please. And then the others who step in it and then spread it all around. And their being too lazy to bend over and pick up the restaurant menus that fall off of their door as they open it and they let it lay there and lay there and lay there. And their smoking and leaving their butts on the ground. I blame all of them. Every last fucking one of them for me having to find an alternate plan for breakfast. They are to blame for putting the bug in my goddamn Fruity Pebbles.

For the past 21 days my dog has had to wear a cone on his head. And I'm so fucking tired of that cone and his frustration with the cone and his taking out his frustration of the cone on my walls, my furniture, my legs, and my Beagle that I told him yesterday that if he hit me with that cone one more time I was going to shove it up his ass. He smiled, walked over to the couch, and banged into every cushion with it. He's a smart ass.

If I catch my Beagle licking my couch cushions one more time I'm going to tie her tongue in a knot. It's gotten to that point.

I had planned to go to DC for the inauguration. But instead finances and other adult crap got in the way so my friend and I decided that we'd not do it. We'd stay home and be mature. So, that's what we did. And as I watched the crowds yesterday being all happy and jubilant and smiling and waving their flags and being all pleasant and happy and ready for change....I got pissed! I shoulda been there! I like the feeling of being around that many people that are happy and jubilant and smiling and all that other crap. But noooooooo. I was stuck here with my disgusting neighbors and my irritating dogs and I listened to happy smiley people on TV talk about how they just had to be there...to be part of history.

Dammit...I wanted to be part of history. So I scowled and I was surly and I dwelled and I marinated myself in my already sad state of mind and I was just....I was a real bitch yesterday. Until around 11:30 when it hit me...

Fuck you people who were in DC standing around being happy and jubilant and waving your flags and being smug for being part of history. You know why? 'Cause I was a part of it, too. We all were! You didn't have to be there to be a part of it. We were part of it by taking part of the process. By watching the news. By researching the candidates. By voting. By going to rallies. By watching the returns come in. By talking to other people about it. By watching CNN all day in the comfort of your home as Obama was sworn in. I'm alive. I live in America. I'm part of this, too. I didn't have to be irresponsible with my finances and my dogs in order to do that. I'm an Amercian. Yesterday belongs to us all. Not just the happy flag wavers that stood in the cold. They just have a better story to tell the grandkids....