You know, like you’re not supposed to go to the grocery store when you’re hungry. You end up buying M&Ms and Cheetos instead of healthful green vegetables and lentils. When you blog when you’re angry, you end up writing things that you’ll regret and making the situation worse…
…but here I am anyway. OK, so you remember the piece of Guarded Personal Writing I put up a week or two ago? Guardedly let me reveal that the snag to which I alluded hasn’t been fully resolved. Or rather, it’s been resolved in a pretty disappointing way – not in the worst possible way, but still not as I’d hoped. I am bummed out, and I don’t know what to do about it.
It’s not a situation that’s anyone’s fault in particular, so I can’t punch anyone in the nose. It’s not a case of malice or neglect or blundering, so I can’t swoop in and reorganize it myself. It’s not like God set it up just to annoy me. So this is who I’m going to blame:
Stephen Harper.
That’s it, Mr. Kitten-Eating Alien himself, our esteemed Prime Minister. Fuck him!
(If I could explain the backstory here, you would understand that it actually is indirectly his fault. You’ll have to take my word for that, but it’s true.)
And I feel much better now! Thank you, Internet, for being a shoulder to fume on.
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