fuck righting my own shit
i love my beer maid a.k.a heather she writes my journal entries for me ....here goes
Hmmmm...another exciting day. Last night, I finally got Tom to start assembling the dining set. He put the table together while cursing at it and calling it a whore. At least, I think he was talking to the table. Then he started on the chairs. He got one done and quit. He said he will be putting together one chair a night. He hasn't gone near them tonight, so I'm pretty sure that wasn't too accurate of a statement. You would think a little hundred dollar walmart dining set would be easy to assemble. It just metal legs with a wood top, and metal chairs with fabric seats. But the seats have like millions of parts, and if you're not careful they end up not sitting on the floor correctly. And he was babbling something about you have to tighten the screws really tight or you'll strip them. I don't know, he doesnt let me assemble anything anymore, after the entertainment center incident. The entertainment center in our bedroom leans a bit :| I should throw a little dinner party and then tell everyone that they have to sit on the floor because Tom won't assemble my chairs. He'd love that. I'm giving away Tom's good news but he got the front end supervisor position at Costco. Yay for Tom making about $7 an hour more than me now. It's so much fun to spend his money. He rewarded himself with a DVD player/home theater system, which he is right now hooking up to the tv, and which he also cannot get to work. For the first year we were together Tom worked like 10 hours a week under the table at the record store and spent all of his time getting drunk with his friends and not even helping out around the house. Now suddenly he's got a good job with the raises and the benefits and he's making with the buying us nice things and being sensible most often about his money. He even grocery shops sometimes, it's so cute. But it scares me. I think perhaps I am going to find a pod in the closet, and find out this is not Tom, it's Alien Clone Tom. If so, I will learn to love $18 an hour making Alien Clone Tom just the same. I bought a prepaid cellphone today. I am not popular enough to need an actual cellphone, as I wouldn't actually have anyone around here to call. But I wanted one for emergencies, for Dylan, and for when winter comes and I am stranded in my big old Jeep in a snowbank freezing my butt off. I have never had a cellphone and I am not too technologically savvy. I played with it for awhile, I still don't know how to put names in the phonebook. Hopefully, when I am stranded in the snowbank in 30 below with a windchill, I will figure out how to dial 911. Just in case I think I'd better put together an emergency kit for the car come September.
well, I'm off to see what's on the idiot box. I know you all want to thank me for another riveting post about my ever fascinating life. You don't have to thank me kids, I just do it because I love you.
thats http://www.livejournal.com/users/xdipsomaniacx 's post i live with her, i drink with her, i fight with her,and i love her.
to that post i will add i have been drinking,lots!!!!
go twins!!!
that is all
Hmmmm...another exciting day. Last night, I finally got Tom to start assembling the dining set. He put the table together while cursing at it and calling it a whore. At least, I think he was talking to the table. Then he started on the chairs. He got one done and quit. He said he will be putting together one chair a night. He hasn't gone near them tonight, so I'm pretty sure that wasn't too accurate of a statement. You would think a little hundred dollar walmart dining set would be easy to assemble. It just metal legs with a wood top, and metal chairs with fabric seats. But the seats have like millions of parts, and if you're not careful they end up not sitting on the floor correctly. And he was babbling something about you have to tighten the screws really tight or you'll strip them. I don't know, he doesnt let me assemble anything anymore, after the entertainment center incident. The entertainment center in our bedroom leans a bit :| I should throw a little dinner party and then tell everyone that they have to sit on the floor because Tom won't assemble my chairs. He'd love that. I'm giving away Tom's good news but he got the front end supervisor position at Costco. Yay for Tom making about $7 an hour more than me now. It's so much fun to spend his money. He rewarded himself with a DVD player/home theater system, which he is right now hooking up to the tv, and which he also cannot get to work. For the first year we were together Tom worked like 10 hours a week under the table at the record store and spent all of his time getting drunk with his friends and not even helping out around the house. Now suddenly he's got a good job with the raises and the benefits and he's making with the buying us nice things and being sensible most often about his money. He even grocery shops sometimes, it's so cute. But it scares me. I think perhaps I am going to find a pod in the closet, and find out this is not Tom, it's Alien Clone Tom. If so, I will learn to love $18 an hour making Alien Clone Tom just the same. I bought a prepaid cellphone today. I am not popular enough to need an actual cellphone, as I wouldn't actually have anyone around here to call. But I wanted one for emergencies, for Dylan, and for when winter comes and I am stranded in my big old Jeep in a snowbank freezing my butt off. I have never had a cellphone and I am not too technologically savvy. I played with it for awhile, I still don't know how to put names in the phonebook. Hopefully, when I am stranded in the snowbank in 30 below with a windchill, I will figure out how to dial 911. Just in case I think I'd better put together an emergency kit for the car come September.
well, I'm off to see what's on the idiot box. I know you all want to thank me for another riveting post about my ever fascinating life. You don't have to thank me kids, I just do it because I love you.
thats http://www.livejournal.com/users/xdipsomaniacx 's post i live with her, i drink with her, i fight with her,and i love her.
to that post i will add i have been drinking,lots!!!!
go twins!!!
that is all