Arrrrgh

January 11, 2010

So…My significant other and myself are both enrolled in online courses.  Normally, this would not be a big deal, but at the moment, my rig is down for the count.  I need a new hard drive, but I’ve been reluctant to purchase one when I am in need of a completely new desktop, and would rather save ever little scrap I would be spending on a computer to go into that.  Now, problems arise when one of us is diligently doing work (96.9% of the time me) and the other person summarily ursurps the computer complaining about how they have their own school work to do…and then spend the next hour and a half dicking around on fucking myspace.  Its enough to raise one’s blood pressure.  Especially when the assignment you are working on is due later that fucking day.  To further complicate matters, you are also well aware of the fact that the rest of the evening is planned, so there will be no time to do any work until after the little munchkin (can’t forget him) goes to bed for the night.  Now, I’m sure anyone can see how I’d be a little pissed off about that wasted hour and a half sitting there with my thumb up my ass (I was actually reading a book, but, whatever) while you fuck around on a social networking site instead of doing the work you claimed you needed to do.

As a side note, the girl that checked me (took my money idiot) at the movie rental place was gorgeous.  Absolutely smoking.  That just needed to be said.  I probably should have told her.  Women seem to appreciate hearing that periodically from people who aren’t drunk and trying to tear their clothes off.  Heh.

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And so

January 7, 2010

I am wondering if this is normal.  I have moments, days even, where I just want to be left the fucking hell alone.  Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me, don’t disturb the little world in my head.  The problem is, I have a little toddler to take care of, and, at that age, they are horrible at reading moods.  Never mind the fact that you can’t leave a child that age alone for more than 30 seconds before they’ll find a way to burn the house down.  Seriously.   Add to that his mother, who seems equally inept at that particular skill, and there are days where I seriously consider running out and playing in traffic.  When she asks me whats wrong, and I reply, “I just want to be left alone,” she thinks its okay to keep asking me whats wrong as if I’m hiding some deep secret from her.  You’re fucking talking to me, that’s what the hell is wrong.  Its not that hard of a concept to understand.    Sigh.