I feel like doing an Irish jig...

...And then kicking someone in the face.

Didn't expect that, did you?

I don't know what it is, but I'm sick of people. Actually, I do know what it is. I'm sick of people who judge everyone else. I'm sick of people who take advantage of everyone else, myself included. I'm sick of trying to do nice things for people, only to have them go unnoticed and unappreciated. Whatever happened to just saying thank you?

I know I said yesterday that I was ready to move. And I'm so there again. I'm ready for the next chapter in my life, for new people and new adventures. At this point, I'm not even worried about having to move all by myself. Security blankets are fucking over-rated. Moving won't happen anywhere in the new future, but if an opportunity presented itself, I wouldn't think twice.

And now I'm sick of being grouchy. So instead I'm going to focus on having a good night with The Artiste. She deserves it and so do I.

But if I see someone not wearing green, I'm totally going to pinch them.