It Ain't Happ'nin, Cap'n

My vertigo medicine? Not good. Taken the way it should be (1 pill 4 times daily), makes me fall asleep. At my desk. All day long. Taken all at once? Momentary sleepiness, no problem the rest of the day. WTF?? So I missed class last night, had a great conversation with Hector, and went to get some food.

On the way home, I was run off the road in my brand new car. I was trying to avoid someone who swerved into my lane. I got a cop who thought I was drunk, my wheel and tire coverage didn't fix it, and I had to miss almost a half day of work. I still don't know the prognosis.

This is just icing on the cake, bitches.

Remember Murphy's Law? Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong? Had some experience with it here too. And here. And here. And here.

I swear to Whatever Higher Power you believe in, I am not making a single tiny bit of this up.

I've had gas problems.
I've had heart problems.
I've had ear problems.
I've had sleep problems.
I've had work problems.
I've had training problems.
I've had money problems.
I've had man problems.
I've had attitude problems.
I've had car, key, house, dog, cat, school and LIFE problems.

Well, you know what?

I'm fucking done.


*************DONE.*****************

I'm public again.

I don't care.

My giveadamn is GONE. My giveafuck is now toast.

I've had it up to HERE. (Now, keep in mind that here is not very far, since I'm barely 5'0". But I'm up to it.) Whoever or whatever is testing me, keeps pushing me to see when I'll break. And you know what? It Ain't Happn'in, Cap'n.

I.
Do.
Not.
BREAK.

Dealing with karma is like dealing with a stupid ex. The only revenge is to come back looking hotter, smiling bigger, and with a cuter man on your arm. So, starting right here, right now, I'm shoving a big FUCK YOU in the face of Whatever It Is That's Trying to Get Me Down. I'm graduating in May, I'm going to be a triathlon coach, I'm going to find a job I like, I'm going to find a cheaper living situation, and REGARDLESS OF WHAT HAPPENS TO ME, I'm gonna laugh about it all the way to the bank, to the Y, to Princeton, and to the 2009 National Age Group Championship.

(Okay, so maybe the Princeton part is not compleeeeetely in my hands. But still.)

Seriously? After all this? Triathlon training? Is SO cake.

Bring the pain.

BRING IT!!!!!

4 tidbits of wizdom:

Wes said...

Go kick some ass...

tri-bobolicious said...

All moments...especially really shitty moments pass...they pass...

Hang tough MAJ

Sending a big hug your way.

Bob

Alili said...

I am so glad you are back so I can follow along! I missed you MAJ :)

Kick ass girl!

Tribrit said...

New car???
Tell all!

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