NOTE: Written and posted last Friday. But it seemed time to have something else at the top, so I'm moving this one up. New post coming tomorrow...
So that [Tell me something good] post wasn't intended as an Affirm Me for the Love of God exercise. I really thought more of you would just tell me jokes or delightful anecdoes. Not that I am complaining about the nice comments. You really are very sweet, Internet people. What you didn't see (but are about to!) is what happened after I left work just after posting the Lamest Post in the History of Posts. Crabby, crabby, crabby with a little bit of crazy thrown in for good measure!
I was sitting at an intersection when I saw a person coming around with a bucket collecting donations. I've seen kids here before collecting for youth groups or football teams and my reaction yesterday was, "In my day, we did real fundraisers." Which got me wondering, when exactly did I turn one hundred years old? In MY DAY?!?!
This ocurred as I was on my way home from Target after discovering that apparently when I was off not paying attention, society had come together and decided that we were no longer using leave in conditioner in spray form. (You wanna dance, Society? I will meet you at the bike racks after school and you had better bring it!) Because while I sort of randomly started using the Thermasilk leave in conditioner spray a few years ago, running out of it has clearly demonstrated that my hair REQUIRES the leave in conditioner in spray (not gel!) form in order to do that voodoo that it do so...ok, not well, but also not staticky and stuck to my face or limp, dead, and dirty-looking. In three entire aisles of hair products, I came across only one bottle of spray leave in conditioner, it being Dove. (I haven't tried it yet since today I am sporting an oh-crap-I-snoozed-too-many-times ponytail. Yes, I am a grown up person wearing a ponytail to work. Shut up.) I also picked up a new hair dryer since I killed yet another one. I am the Hannibal Lechter of hair dryers. Except not, because I don't eat them.
And finally, on to what I almost did eat, namely Pop Tarts for breakfast. Except I didn't buy them since my justification for buying unhealthy breakfast treats did not hold up so well upon examination. The thing is, I've been losing weight recently, not due to any extra self-control or exertion on my part so much as just not having been particularly hungry for about a month. (Before anyone freaks out, allow me to say that I swear, I am still eating. Just not so damn much all the time.) So the new jeans that I just bought are already getting fairly roomy. And as I stared at the Pop Tarty goodness, I thought to myself, "hey if I bought Pop Tarts, maybe my jeans would fit again!" Which, allow me to say myself, is some screwed up thinking. And then I backed away from the Pop Tarts.
And now, thanks to good Internet mojo, it being Friday afternoon, and that nectar of the gods known as Free Diet Dr. Pepper, I am feeling much better.