The Friday Five (baa-aa)

1. Name one song you hate to admit you like.
"Complicated" (Avril Lavigne)

2. Name two songs that always make you cry.

"Le Plat Pays" Jacques Brel
"Sarah" Serge Reggiani

3. Name three songs that turn you on.

"Hot Stuff" Donna Summer
"Smooth" Santana & the guy from Matchbox 20
"Black Velvet" Alannah Myles

4. Name four songs that always make you feel good.
"Monsieur William" Léo Ferré
"And Your Bird Can Sing" The Beatles
"I Will Survive" (rats, forgot her name momentarily)
"Good Day Sunshine" The Beatles

5. Name five songs you couldn't ever do without.
"Les Loups" (sung by Serge Reggiani)
"I Am The Walrus" The Beatles
"El Condor Pasa" Simon & Garfunkel
"Amsterdam" Jacques Brel
"Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" The Beatles

Irritable, tense and annoyed. *grr*

I am irritable for no good reason. Yay for another symptom of hypomania.

This is why I left my parents' apartment early, because if not I would have blown up at my father like no one's business. Gah. He's been repeating the same damned joke about my working hours being "bourgeois" just because sometimes I start at ten and finish at six thirty and because I don't work more than 37.5 hours a week. (Yes, just my luck to be the daughter of a workaholic.) So tonight I got a bit annoyed at the implication that I really don't work hard and that my job is meaningless work a monkey with a developmental disorder could do, and I asked (sharply, I'll admit) if he couldn't come up with a different joke.

So of course he threw a fit (silently, as it isn't seemly to shout in better families like mine [/sarcasm]), making a big show of barely containing his anger at my "insolence."

So I left.

Otherwise it would have just got way out of proportion, and nothing good would have come of it.

*sigh*


In other news, Gretzky is gorgeous, but she refuses to sit still long enough for me to take pictures of her. Whenever I get into position with the camera she'll hop up at once and come to sit in my lap or rub against my legs and purr. It's sweet, but frustrating for my attempts to document this for historical purposes. ;)

Bah.

I am discontented.

Hmm...

I think I might actually be depressed tonight, come to think of it. Other than the irritability, my Checklist of All Things Bipolar™ is not checking out.

Feh.

Whatever it is, it's not fun, and I intend to drown it in orange juice and half of a chocolate Easter Bunny. Hah.

*chomps on Easter Bunny*