Who’s had a week of sinking feelings and just wanting to roll over and give up?
Helloooooo out there! How has your Tuesday gone?
Tuesday. Shit, we’re still in Tuesday. And all the while Easter is out there waiting ... growing stronger ...
Well, hello there. What unwanted surprises, visitations, and general unexpectednesses have crashed into your week? Sometimes you’re the wall; sometimes you’re the train ...
It’s Tuesday evening. Well, Wednesday morning for me, but that’s UpsideDownLand for you.I’d give you the winning lottery numbers, but promising not to give away the fuuuuuutuuuuure was in the Australian immigration contract I signed.
Has this week been kicking you right in the face? Has The Fickle Foot Of Fate decided you are Target Prime? Did you tell your partner to pick up some asparagus and he came home with an aubergine?
So how did everyone’s Tuesday go? Still a few too many gawdammit-it’s-Tuesday chores to balance? And what’s for dinner??
I hear that train a-comin’, rolling ‘round th- AIEEEEEEE!
I didn’t see one shhheduled, and we missed last night, so I thought I’d set this up in case Kinja is being Kinja or something. I hope all is well with Comrade Pie, who usually posts these (or whoever’s evening duties I might be usurping to-night).
Ever get the feeling you’ve just landed in the wrong place somehow? Ah well; best suppress the disaster all around you, or better yet - BLAURGH IT OUT RIGHT HERE! You never know who might be up there, somewhere, listening, ready to help. Or shout ‘help!’; one or the other.
So, who’s putting their best face forward and charging ahead happily into the week?
This sounds like ‘twould be an item of interest for some amongst us (if you haven’t heard about it yet).
Black Friday aside, what day of the year gets more complaint-dander up than Valentine’s Day? I’ll be lucky and have already endured it, living in the fuuuutuuuure as I do, but what about you? What pleasantries lurk on your Valentinian horizon? Complaints about life in general may, of course, also be filed here. Get it…
How’s yer week goin’? Any swine ruining it for everyone with their boorish behaviour? Fuss here about how your Year Of The Pig is going so far.
So, what’s been bedevilling you this week? Hellish cold up north, hellish heat down under (well, we’re back down to heckish heat; the two record-smashing heatwaves have finally passed), life and work and politics in general, the continued existence of Phil Collins, etc etc - been an infernal week for us all.
Sorry, folks, it’s been intense at times over the past two weeks and my meagre memory is being used elsewhere a lot. Late again, but if’n you wanna squeeze a last-minute Blaurgh! in, be my guest ...
This has certainly been A Week for me, how about you? Just post your complaints, fussings, catastrophes and let them go ... allow them to simply float into the air, free from your concern ... and may the bastards causing them collide in a horrific mid-air pile of wreckage, making your life that much more enjoyable.
Well, a week or so in and already 2019 is feeling like that episode of The Outer Limits when the zanti invade. No, I’m not sure what I meant by that either.
So, how miserable has 2019 been for everyone so far? Hopefully, at a mere three days in, not so bad as to drive us all ... batty.
Walp! I did it again. The holiday season has me all ‘what day is it’ and I’m turning into the forgetful uncle who realises on 29 December he never put that danged angel on top of the goldanged tree.