I’m kinda cranky today. You know…pissed off at the world…for no particular reason. Well…I suppose insufficient sleep and PMS are good reasons. That, coupled with holiday stress and over-crowded stores provide more than ample grounds for a solid bitch-fest. Yeah…I can be a little cranky if I damn well please! Fortunately, the recipients of my waves of aimless frustration and scorn have been limited to inanimate objects. The most prominent of which was an over-sized bathrobe that did everything in its power to (successfully) avoid being gift wrapped…with a (damn near unsolvable) brass ring-puzzle comming in as a close second. I can’t decide that it’s fortunate or unfortunate that inanimate (as opposed to animate) objects have gotten the better of me. At least I didn’t offend any actual personalities by my irrational pissiness. On the other hand, I was definately the loser in today’s object vs. Kimberly battles…which is a blow to the pride.

On a ligher note, I went holiday shopping with Brenda after going out to breakfast at IQ’s with the gang. I feel that I got a reasonable amount accomplished today and I got to spend some time with my dear, but sadly neglected, friend. While out, we passed a young woman driving her car and I was alarmed to see an orange tabby cat surveying the passing scenery from wher it pearched on her lap. I took a pic so I could share it with you all. Who takes their cats for rides, anyway?

Somebody with a flippin’ private phone number called me at flippin’ 5:15 this morning! What kind of sadistic bastard would do that to me!? What’s worse, instead of the soothing soft notes of the Indiana Jones Theme Song, private calls replace my beloved ringer with a default. That noise, coincidentally, is the loudest, most obnoxious known to man. It will effectively put 5 feet of air below anyone within earshot….and it stops the hearts of every bunny within a 2 mile radius. (It’s very hard on the rabbit population…that’s why they procreate so rapidly…it’s a natural selection response to my cell ringer.) “Right, Kimberly,” you say. “Quitcher bitchin’ and change your ringer.” It’s not as simple as that. I very rarely get private calls; so I make a quickly-fogotten mental note to change the ringer before Satan himself gives me a jingle again. Further more, if I didn’t have my early morning death ringer to bitch about in my blog, I’d have nothing better to talk about. I might even have had to brag to you all about having just bought a new 30 gig video ipod, making me the coolest person alive (humor me)…but I won’t.

BTW…if you call me at 5:15 tomorrow morning, I’ll hire a monkey to throw poo at you.

Okay…so I was just perusing the sites of those that submitted accepted designs to csszengarden.com and I happened across “think in pencil,” a blog that puts mine to shame in every way, shape, and form. After looking at this blog, I wonder if there’s even a point to continuing mine. I can never hope to do so well. Tsk, tsk…and I consider myself a creative. Maybe it’s not too late to become a nun.

It’s 10:30 pm…I’m pooped.