It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time…

I wish I had a “wah-wahhh…” button so that when things didn’t go my way, I could press the button and let everyone know my moment was “wah-wahhhh…”  I can think of at least 4 or 5 people who would absolutely thrash my “wah-wahhh…” button, were I to possess one.  Haters, for real.

Speaking of haters, the universe is being kind of a hater right now.  I feel like it’s becoming Hate on Emily ‘08 time.  The apartment didn’t work out, we lost both softball games on Sunday, and the place that I could maybe move into would be my step-mom’s, and I wouldn’t be allowed to bring Haze, which is just super depressing.  *siiiiigh*  The universe’s pimp hand is strong, and I am feeling it FIERCE.

THAT is the universe.

THAT is a slap.

THAT is a photo of me edited to fit this post.  Because that is what I look like, pre-universe bitch slap.  But, you know, I’m still standing.  Living, breathing, walking, talking, etc.  It’ll be alright.  I’m not quite sure how yet, but the universe (the very same one I blame for the bitch slap) has yet to drop me on my head, so I guess I’ll keep the faith.

On a totally unrelated topic, Jason brought the word “manpanties” to my attention yesterday.  Manpanties are briefs, in case that wasn’t obvious.  Manpanties also became Jason’s nickname for the second half of the second game, and that’s the hottness.  I don’t think the phrase “Come on mantpanties, bring me home!” will ever be said with that ferocity.  Not from this girl, anyway.   However, I would enjoy it if more people used the word manpanties.  It’s a good album title, and the picture on the front has so many options it’s almost sad… almost.