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like the worst roommate ever
Aug. 15th, 2007 12:09 pmLa. I feel better. Less cranky, crawl out of my skin evil. Of course, the various factors that led to me trying to beat the crap out of people [envisioning it anyway] haven't popped up today. So I will latch onto my contentedness for as long as it lasts. Might go leafing in the storage bits in my room today, if I'm feeling masochistic enough. Problem with that would be that a) it's hotter than hell and there's no AC and b) I have to clear off a bookcase and move it out of the way. That sounds worse than it is, since it's a really light, carry it in one hand if it weren't so long, sorta deal.
Looking for a VCR/DVD combo deal. Found one that looked nifty, but somehow the money I'd squirreled away for my dress [which I don't need as Cass told me, when I asked her repeatedly, that I didn't need to order it as it wasn't going to happen] had drained away. Not completely, but enough that had I gone ahead and ordered my shiny, I'd be paying out the ass for overdraft fees. The fuck.
... 2 and a half hours later...
And now my brother has managed to kill what little happy I had going. And by happy, I mean calm, I don't want to stab people in the eyes with forks. Not even sporks. I am beyond such goodness as sporks. Nope, I want actual violence.
Can it be Friday already so I can spend cash on stuff?
Egads, Brain. I was threatened. I ponder if this means the boy reads this [if you do, you're still a shitty father, but it's the fact that you don't have to be that drives me batshit crazy. if not, well, that's the reason.] or if I've been bitching in my sleep or what. Something about attitude problems and it needing to be fixed or he'd make my life miserable. I'm not entirely sure how he'd go about this, considering I'm fantastically miserable as it is, but Mumsy [the filter through which the threat was received] seems to believe this would involve the death of Princi and company. If so, well, I'd be forced to call the cops and say, "hey, if someone trashed my stuff and I know who did it and it's kinda expensive stuff to boot, would y'all have anything to do with that?" Which would be bad considering the boy's other room and his kid and all. Bad, bad, bad.
Stress. Might have heartattack. Wouldn't that be a great story?
Looking for a VCR/DVD combo deal. Found one that looked nifty, but somehow the money I'd squirreled away for my dress [which I don't need as Cass told me, when I asked her repeatedly, that I didn't need to order it as it wasn't going to happen] had drained away. Not completely, but enough that had I gone ahead and ordered my shiny, I'd be paying out the ass for overdraft fees. The fuck.
... 2 and a half hours later...
And now my brother has managed to kill what little happy I had going. And by happy, I mean calm, I don't want to stab people in the eyes with forks. Not even sporks. I am beyond such goodness as sporks. Nope, I want actual violence.
Can it be Friday already so I can spend cash on stuff?
Egads, Brain. I was threatened. I ponder if this means the boy reads this [if you do, you're still a shitty father, but it's the fact that you don't have to be that drives me batshit crazy. if not, well, that's the reason.] or if I've been bitching in my sleep or what. Something about attitude problems and it needing to be fixed or he'd make my life miserable. I'm not entirely sure how he'd go about this, considering I'm fantastically miserable as it is, but Mumsy [the filter through which the threat was received] seems to believe this would involve the death of Princi and company. If so, well, I'd be forced to call the cops and say, "hey, if someone trashed my stuff and I know who did it and it's kinda expensive stuff to boot, would y'all have anything to do with that?" Which would be bad considering the boy's other room and his kid and all. Bad, bad, bad.
Stress. Might have heartattack. Wouldn't that be a great story?