The cat is making that sound again...

I have some free time between now, and the moment that I reach "running late for work". I'm sure I could be spending that time doing something a tad bit more productive...like washing last night's dinner dishes, or folding some more laundry that I don't ever remember seeing in my life.

I'm pretty sure the dryer breeds clothing items. Mostly socks. Maybe if I sacrifice the cat, I'll actually get a matching pair.

I realized this week that I'm good at virtually nothing. That's not to say that I suck at EVERYthing, but there's no one thing that I can say "Hah. Look what I did!".

I made a twitter post that fed to my facebook that seemed like a cry for help, when really it was just an observation made on my part during a massive headache/pity party.

"It sucks when you realize you have absolutely no talent for anything."

Yeah, it looks pretty pathetic. It looks like I'm just sitting on my couch crying because I have nothing to show the world. But really, it was frustration at the fact that I can't crochet. Haha. That's it. I CANNOT FORM A SERIES OF FUCKING LOOPS TO SAVE MY LIFE.

Really? Crochet? It's not HARD. I've seen people who are borderline moron make some pretty awesome shit. My mother (for the record, NOT a borderline moron - she's pretty intelligent) makes the most beautiful shawls and afghans and what-not. She's left-handed, and she's been trying to show me. I am not left-handed. And of course my attention span is like... She shows me the looping what-ever, and says "Now you do it". So of course, I have to say "Omg I forgot, show me again..."

I feel sorry for her, actually. It's like I'm the dude from Memento or something. I should just start snapping pictures.

And knitting? HAH! We won't even go there. I'm more mentally equipped to stab someone in the eye than actually create something. And it's not that I have this raging desire to become that old lady that knits dishrags out of her cat's discarded fur. I don't. I just NEED SOMETHING TO DO.

So, back to the whole twitter/facebook update thingy. I got a lot of this "You're funny! You have sarcastic wit! You're not afraid to say anything!"

Really? Can I quilt that into a fucking blanket? Hm. What size needle do I use to embroider that onto a newly knitted pillow case?

Basically, what that all boils down to is this: Some of us are artists. Some of us are just assholes. I suppose I fall into the latter category. That's not going to stop me from destroying some more yarn. I have a shit-ton of skeins to terrorize.

But first - work.

Maybe I'll be back tomorrow.