CRABBY

Contrary to popular belief, I do not ENJOY being extra sensitive and irritable. I HAVE my period, I do not have PMS, so the cause of irritability, I have determined, can be contributed to me leg pain, which I have increased my tolerance for but apparently still really bites me in the ass from time to time. But sometimes, I can’t help but wonder if everything REALLY IS fucked up, and no legitimate reason is needed to explain the way I react to it. THAT would be perfect.
I’ve been told things pertaining to my photography like “wow, you notice the beauty in things we take for granted” That is true. It is also true that I notice ALLLL the little awful things as well….call it a gift.
Ride to work this morning…..obstacles. That’s all I can describe it as. From construction (which we all are suffering from now) to extra large trucks that need 5 minutes and 2 lanes to pull out, my back car door being open at Dunkin drive through, traffic traffic everywhere non-stop, hit every red light on the way. By the time I hit Burrstone, all I could do was laugh. Hell, at least there wasn’t a SNAKE in between me and my car in the parking lot like last week.
Mentioning my breakfast experience first hand would’ve made me sound like a mega high maintenance bitch, So I’ll mention it second. Mark made me breakfast this morning. I went over after I got ready for work as I do every morning. He had previously asked me if I wanted eggs and I said “Yes”. He said “I ruined the eggs, they are hard, do you want some?” I said “Not if they are ruined” (totally confused because I have specified that I like my eggs scrambled, and I wasn’t really sure how they would taste “hard”) I was asked again if I wanted eggs and I said ‘yes’ and more cooking continued, I went back to my apartment for something and honestly, there were too many questions involved, I lost my appetite. IF it is too complicated….I will simply go without. This is why I do NOT enjoy eating with or around people. Because they fucking annoy me. If you have had the pleasure of eating with me its because I was dangerously hungry. I don’t enjoy eating, I find it annoying that its necessary for my survival. I am not anorexic, I am 150 lbs, 5’4, size 12. NOT anorexic. I do not hate food. But for some reason, when there are 3 or more questions involved in obtaining the necessary food, I just can’t even be bothered, I’d rather not eat. Especially when THREE of the questions were exactly the same.
Anyway, I took a bite of my eggs “over hard”? SMOTHERED in Italian Seasoning? UN EDIBLE! This is how you make my eggs-Scrambled…a little salt, some cheese if you got it. Also on my plate was 2 UNDER toasted pieced of toast (I specifically held up a piece of toast to him one day and said “this is how I like my toast”) I mean really, the way it was, why bother putting it in the toaster. AND don’t forget the CHICKEN! Yes, chicken, toast and eggs. WTF? Who eats chicken for breakfast? Chicken for dinner would be FANTASTIC right now. I am dangerously hungry. I ate yogurt for breakfast (after my bite of egg) and cake for lunch (it was REALLY good cake)