Debbie Downer

July 11, 2013

No one really cares whether I write this. My life is ordinary, nothing extraordinary and this blog certainly doesn’t have plans to head into the spotlight and become an HBO series. It is me, simply my thoughts, ideas, experiences that create something and eventually gets posted to a blog that roughly 6,000 read. I won’t attempt to be anyone special. Me, making my mistakes, stepping out of the box, finding myself in the wrong line more often than not, and things do not go as expected. I get down in the dumps just like the girl next door and wonder what I am doing here, after all.

Date night and I am hearing the cat scuttle something across the floor while the dog snores in the other room not bothering to find out when I will come to bed. He got his food, fresh water and a walk. What does he care?

The washer and dryer have gone missing from the basement. I suspect the landlord decided he does not want to put the energy bill in his name so he has swiped it out from under my nose. Of course, I was not here to bar the door or be able to talk with the hired guy to find out the scoop. The head honcho does not even have the common courtesy of phoning me up and explaining his decision. The renters are still upstairs (hence the condom) and I have not been informed of their new and improved departure date. Oh boy. Are we having fun yet? Remember the next time you see me, jeans are supposed to be worn more than once.

No, this one isn't funny, Debbie Downer.