Dream KillerDecember 10th, 2012
Man, this is one of those days. People be pissing me off; I be pissing people off. It’s a clusterfuck all around.
I’ve been thinking about this whole deal with the nurse who committed suicide because of the radio prank. Now, I hate those radio pranks. Actually, I hate all practical jokes-jokes where you scare or fool people are just rude and mean. I change the station if any DJ I’m listening to pulls one (and they all do).
But come on now. The lady who killed herself obviously had something else going on and the generalized “media” had more to do with humiliating her than the DJs did. Jesus, I think the story led Good Morning America for three days in a row. The whole thing has gotten out of hand. FCC inquiry? Really? Next we’re going to get a story from Fox News blaming Obama for not issuing a statement.
I hate the world, mostly.
I’m wearing some new clothes today and my boss told me I look “youthful.” Of course I responded, “Well, what did I look like before??” and he hurriedly answered, “Very nice!”
So I figure I am either wearing clothes inappropriate for my age or I am underdressed for the office. Or maybe I usually dress like an old lady? I am wearing skinny black pants tucked into boots. I usually wear dresses and tights. Like, every day.
Cry me a river, but I am sick of buying dressy slacks. They always have to be hemmed like 10 inches which is a bunch of shit and I seem incapable of buying the right size and then my friend Jessica yells at me to “Wear pants that fit! God!”
Joy asked me whether Holly ever believed in Santa. I don’t think so. I mean, really guys. Do I seem like the type to start that/keep that going? Also, I think she was creeped out by the whole idea once she was old enough to get it so we told her he didn’t exist. She has always been a really skeptical kid who never believes in anything without solid proof, so it wasn’t going to work out anyway. Elliot always wanted to believe in fantastic things. He was/is Jewish so the Santa thing never got off the ground, but he was able to suspend disbelief in general. He famously asked us when he was little if Sponge Bob was “real” and we were all like, “No, he’s a cartoon,” and looked at each other like OH MY GOD and then he said, “Well, I know that, but is he…REAL real?” I never knew what the hell that meant so I just said, “No,” dream killer that I am.
Holly is always full of questions and logic. You can’t even tell her a joke without her analyzing it to death and explaining why it isn’t funny because ”How could a horse walk into a bar, Mom? I mean, the doors wouldn’t be wide enough, even if he could get them open without thumbs.” Sigh.
Yes, we told her to keep the Santa lie under her hat, in case her friends believed it. No word on whether she obeyed us or was a dream killer herself.