I think the passing of Prop 8 is what started my downward spiral into an all out fuss.
I felt sad. I felt confused. I felt stuck. And when someone twittered "Fuck You California!", I felt like I'd been slapped in the face.
Then I was watching this video over at Fussy.org and I got all nostalgic and remorseful remembering that I used to have a turtle. And when I thought I'd reached the depths of despair I remembered the turtle I used to have, lived in the house I used to own.
I mean of course, I'm happy in California! We live across the street from the beach for crying out loud! But in my ex-house, I had a Consumer Reports #1 rated LG stainless front loading washing machine. And now, I haul stinky socks and sheets down the hall. And heft the damp drawers into a dryer that I discovered (after almost posting passive aggressive note to the community bulletin board asking the perpetrator to: STOP OPENING THE DRYER MID-CYCLE OR DIE) independently pops open leaving the time running out and my clothes sitting damp. Did you follow that? For this joy, I have to keep track of pre-paid keycard and pay $1.25 a cycle. Unless the door pops open, in that case, I pay $2.50.
Recently, I discovered that a blogger I read has over 2000 followers on Twitter. Which is cool, except this blogger only follows two other people on Twitter. This really made me feel blah about the blogosphere. It's one thing, to have a huge blog following and say upfront, "Hey - I'm just too damn busy and popular to comment or answer my emails." But to expect us all to hang on every tweet and then realize that there isn't any give and take. You're just pushing out content. You tweet every five minutes and don't really even give a damn what anyone else thinks? It made me feel spammed in a new and not so nice way.
(Update:I just checked and Dooce has close to 20,000 followers and is able to follow 65 other people. That's all I ask. But because I love to eat crow, a certain other blogger I adore follows zero.)
And then I watched Away From Her. Yeah, I have a sick infatuation with really sad and depressing movies. But in case you need an excuse, this flick is the express ride to Zoloft-ville.
And then they announced Chicago as the host of BlogHer '09. And I couldn't really get all that excited about it. I had my heart set on Portland.
So, sorry for the break between posts, Mrs. Blogoway.
In summery, bitchy + twitter = Bitter.
Yeah, I'm down but I'm not so far gone that I can't make up cute little post titles about the state of my mood.