I am whiny.
Very, very whiny.
In fact, whining is probably all you'll ever hear from me. It's a talent, really, and one cannot cultivate true talent without practice.
Believe me, I am well-practiced.
You do have to give me a little bit of credit, though. I have some valid things to bitch about. (Not that everyone else doesn't, I suppose. ) For one, I live in Minnesota. And in Minnesota at the moment, it is winter. Have you ever seen a Minnesotan winter? If you have, then you understand. If you have not...
Also, you need to imagine -16 degree temperatures and 30 mph winds, if you can. If you can do that, you now know what it is like to live in Minnesota this time of year.
Can you blame me for not having the sunniest disposition at the moment? Huh? Can you?
Other things I often rant about are: 1) my husband is in the Navy (currently residing in San Diego), and it is much more of a pain in the ass than I ever realized, 2) the inspiration, ambition and work ethic that I just do not have, and 3) people in general. (I find people to be, for the most part, an unpleasant and unavoidable part of not being the hermit I have always dreamed of being.)
(I often fantasize about being a hermit, by the way. It's what I want to be when I grow up.)
If you do decide to read whatever nonsense I start spouting out, I would advise you not to a) tell me I whine too much (I already know this. To inform me would just be redundant.) or b) try to point out the bright side of life (I realize there probably is one. Most of what I say is facetious ranting. If it bothers you, don't read it. You won't hurt my feelings.) By not doing these things, you are saving all of us precious time. Time that could be spent doing much more productive things. Like watching Dexter. Or eating. Or something else.
Yes. Well. That's about all I have to say about that.
To sum up: I am whiny... and kind of a bitch. Sometimes.
Consider yourself warned.