Groundhog Day

So I was thinking yesterday about how much I felt like a broken record and how I must be annoying so many people and it must get so tiring for people to hear the same thing over and over again, and a thought occurred to me.

It's like Groundhog Day!

You know the movie? Groundhog Day? Where the guy lives the same day over and over and over again? With Bill Murray? For those of you who haven't seen it, here's the trailer: Groundhog Day.

And that's it. I'm living the same fucking day over and over again. I'm saying the same fucking thing over and over again. I'm making the same mistakes. I'm trying to learn to be funny with it and make my story a comedy. Often times I succeed.

I mean, I can (and have) run in circles around Toys R Us yelling, done cartwheels across the oval, told people I don't like exactly what I think of them (only a few though. I mean, there aren't many people I don't like. It's pretty easy to get along with me.) ran up the escalator being chased by the security guard, flipped off an old man at the mall, sat in the librarian's lap and farted, mooned a truck driver, and the list goes on and on. Because I always have an excuse!

"Sorry sir, I'm Psychotic."

It's funny to see people's faces when they hear that one.

Now am I your cliched psycho from the movies going around being dangerous and hurting people? NO! Is anybody? That's not what "psychotic" means. (My boyfriend says all the time "you're crazy!" and I would correct him and say "no, psychotic." Now he just corrects himself. "You're crazy! Sorry, pardon me, 'psychotic.'" But people seem to have this idea about a "psycho" that will really make you laugh in a very non funny and cynical sort of way.

Yes, this whole entry is very cynical. Keep that in mind. As much as I laugh and make jokes, I'm rather bitter.

Because it is Groundhog Day. I get so frustrated. Because I'm the one who's fucked in the head.