25th
Things that made me cry this weekend…
Well everyone! It was the last of my early Fridays this Friday, and though I could’ve worked well into the night in what I like to call “my cell” (some say “cubicle), I figured, I better leave early while I still can and work on the weekend instead.
(By the way, this is me “working on the weekend” - I swear once I get to the Borders that’s exactly what I’ll do.)
In the meantime, I kept to the Splitter tradition of not leaving the house for 48 hours, which led to the Splitter tradition of falling into an unnecessary depression which led to moments of crying that one cannot explain.
- An episode of Criminal Minds really set me off. You don’t know Criminal Minds? Of course not, it’s on CBS - which we don’t watch. But A&E started playing it and the fiance and I are obsessed. It’s really good and the nerds are the ones who win. I love this one nerd the best. I was sad that he was addicted to drugs now. So I cried.
- Annie was on yesterday. No not the early 80s movie featuring Carol Burnett, but some sort of new Hallmark Channel version. Thankfully the same songs were featured and I lost it after, “You’ll come and find your baby, may—-beeeee.” I started bawling. Fiance is like “Why are you crying?” - “It’s Annie!” I blubbered. “Annie!” Then I muttered how I wish I had played Annie when I was young. But that was seperate.
- Lastly, 90210 repeats are on right now. They just played the episode where Brenda finds a diary from the 60s and imagines all the cast members in late 60-fied stereotypes. First of all, that’s a great episode. But I was crying because that episode is really the first foreshadow of the break up of Dylan and Kelly to come and that slutty Brenda’s last words, “Give me something to come back to.” Shut up! Kelly and Dylan get married in the end. And according to latest reports from the new show, they have a kid.
Now I’m going to cry for another reason. Going back to work. I asked for 3 days off next week so I can get myself together. I need a plan. I’ve never not had a plan in my life. The plan right now seems to be: do this forever, then die.
Fiance’s yoga certification is coming soon and I will be so happy to have that zen all over the house.
Here’s Brenda in all her 60s glory. EFF YOU.
