i'm not gonna lie to you.
I've been really depressed lately. But on the plus side, I've finished Christmas shopping (except for John's grandmother) and am going to mail our Christmas cards tomorrow.
After an exceptionally crappy day at work, John brought home the singing Chicken Little for me:
Chicken Little and I, we have a lot in common, what with us both being rather apocalyptic in attitude.
My Minnie Mouse antenna ball was recently stolen. My car was parked right in front of the office of our apartment complex at the time. We live in The Valley. Who here needs to steal a Disneyland antenna ball? Seriously. Just go to Disneyland. There's no need to sacrifice your morals over a piece of foam. Again, it's The Valley. Seriously. We live with the yuppies.
I sort of imagined a gang of Valley boys in baggy Old Navy jeans and Abercrombie and Fitch sweaters vandalizing the streets of Burbank and Toluca Lake by stealing things with little to no value and dropping their Starbucks cups just beside the sidewalk trashcan.
I'm so hard on the people in The Valley. They're really not that bad, most of them. It's just that there's so many of them. And we live in the Pretty Rich People capital of the world.
And yet, today, I saw a guy arguing with a girl at Popeye's over 20ยข. Seriously. I've been stupid crazy depressed lately, but I'm not yelling at anybody. The holidays are here. Lighten up, people!
*Edit* Wanna hear Chicken Little sing?
After an exceptionally crappy day at work, John brought home the singing Chicken Little for me:
Chicken Little and I, we have a lot in common, what with us both being rather apocalyptic in attitude.
My Minnie Mouse antenna ball was recently stolen. My car was parked right in front of the office of our apartment complex at the time. We live in The Valley. Who here needs to steal a Disneyland antenna ball? Seriously. Just go to Disneyland. There's no need to sacrifice your morals over a piece of foam. Again, it's The Valley. Seriously. We live with the yuppies.
I sort of imagined a gang of Valley boys in baggy Old Navy jeans and Abercrombie and Fitch sweaters vandalizing the streets of Burbank and Toluca Lake by stealing things with little to no value and dropping their Starbucks cups just beside the sidewalk trashcan.
I'm so hard on the people in The Valley. They're really not that bad, most of them. It's just that there's so many of them. And we live in the Pretty Rich People capital of the world.
And yet, today, I saw a guy arguing with a girl at Popeye's over 20ยข. Seriously. I've been stupid crazy depressed lately, but I'm not yelling at anybody. The holidays are here. Lighten up, people!
*Edit* Wanna hear Chicken Little sing?
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