My ears, my ears shall never recover!

Dear Our Lady of Sorrow's new girl...whatever,
Short of banging on the wall and shrieking for you two to notice that you are not alone, I did all sorts of things to announce that I was in the damn room next to you, so your loud moaning, which beats the last blond, is really frickin' rude. Also, your theatrics are making me want to key your car. Just a thought. Luckily the gods, or possibly Widget, left me my headphones, just in time because even though I have the volume cranked up to a gazillion I can still hear you screaming, "YES!"

SHUT UP!

I can't go anywhere else to avoid the theatrics, short of going outside, because my room is on the other side of his and thus still shares a damn wall, the sound travels downstairs so the living room/kitchen would get the bed springs on top of her groaning, and just like that, I'm out of options. I'm not hiding out on the porch or in the laundry room, damn it. Shut the fuck up or take him back to your place.

If I turn the volume up any louder, I will go deaf for the rest of the day. You think I'm kidding? I'm not. The volume hurts and I'm not that old yet and I can still fucking hear her when the songs dip just a smidge. What. The. Hell?

Nyergh.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go blow out my eardrums again.

I'm a cranky sort, ain't I?

Okay, I need someone to hold my hand and tell me that murdering my best friend would be a really poor idea. Just really not something to be done. I called her yesterday, and I should point out that I never call anyone, so for me to spend yesterday afternoon calling people? Yeah, a little weird. But I promised her that I would keep up with her this year, damn it, especially if her husband was going to be a workaholic. So, fulfilling my promise, k?

And we discuss The Secret which Ari told her just in time for New Year's, and just as I'd suspected she took sides and doesn't see that saying, "Well, yeah, they're both at fault" while laying all the blame at the skank's feet is not actually following through on the fact that two to tango and all that. Whatever. Not technically my business. I have to keep reminding myself of this although the strangely logical [and illogical, they both agree on this] part of me is shrieking, "DUDE, if it were your friend you'd be pissed at them BOTH." Meh.

Um, anyway, that's not what's driving me batty. We were poring over the newest American Girl catalog, shrieking in pain due to the overabundance of pink and plotting this trip to Georgia [complete with horrid accent] she says something that I suspect makes sense only to her. She tells me that come January first, she told her husband that by the end of the year they'd be knocked up or she'd kill him, and didn't that work perfectly with the buying of new dolly things and spending a fortune?

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Are you...

What the hell?

On what planet does it make sense to announce you want a kid, or the kid in the oven if you will, by the end of the year when you can't feed your damn selves? When your house is like my room threw up all over the entire place? [I'm a slob. I admit it.] When you JUST talked about seriously divorcing hubby because he works too much? When you're barely employed so he kind of HAS to work too much? Why the hell would he, or anyone, think you dropping $500 at the AG store would be proper prep for a kid?


I just want some damn logic around here, is that too much to ask? So if you see the logic in that convoluted mess, please share because I can't find it. They live in a house, I'll grant them that, although it's rented and their landlord is a bit of a slumlord [you have to threaten him with channel 5 for him to, I don't know, fix the heat in the midst of the coldest part of the winter], but they also live in a neighborhood where the cops I work with all kind of give me this look and admit that anyone who works that area will not rush to a call for help because they don't want to get shot themselves. In addition to being a slob, I'm also a snob, but I'd think that if nothing else, you might want to fucking feed your kid!

LOGIC.

*cries in frustration* I hate it when people I like are being so stupid that I cannot form the words needed to smack some damn sense into them, and when I've overstepped my boundaries so I can't point out that adding a kid to a fragile [at best] relationship does not fix it. It tends to kill the relationship deader than dead.

Ow, shit, I gave myself a headache thinking about it. I promised pictures, so I'm off to make sure I have space on my memory card and fresh batteries. Also, I've got to eat something that ain't sugary.

How did I get along without this icon? Really.