Big bags of food +
Big Dogs =

BIG POOPS

And at the apartment I have to pick it up while it is still steamy and fresh. UGG.

And it's bigger than my poop, I swear to GOD.

FIN.

So, I've BECOME Maurice. I have post it notes all over my suite in the apartment with to do lists ( Read more... )

There is a small consolation to being parted from M and staying in the apt....I HAVE VERSUS AND CAN WATCH THE TOUR DE FRANCE....!

Very SMALL consolation, in fact. I miss him sooooo much. He called last night, it was so good to hear his voice.

MUAH, Maurice. Je t'aime/

Remember how in the factories you'd see a sign that read "xx days accident free" or something like that?

Well M and I are now up to 3, yes, counte them, 3 (THREE) FIGHT FREE DAYS (FFDs).

It's a record. I actually record them on the calendar.

My 7 year strike on cooking is over. I think it was a post cooking divorce stress trauma (PCDST)triggered by my current situation but actually dating back to the end of my first messy marriage ( Read more... )

I absorb other's tensions like a psycological sponge......I try to always be cordial and happy but when subjected to other's low grade tension for a long time tend to flip out ( Read more... )

Its a loaded word. You don't get to CHOOSE these people, they are thrust upon you. And even if you DID once upon a time choose them, sometimes you feel they are still thrust upon you ( Read more... )

Got home last night and the house just FELT different, if you know what I mean. Didn't take me long to discover why - no electricity ( Read more... )

So update on Maggie, after abandoning her to me and then find out that flaming bitch hadn't had her shots the little fucker had the BALLS to go back to C and demand the dog back, claimed he had never gave her to me, I just offered to take care of her etc....OMFG ( Read more... )

I found out today that I maxed out the allowable AA miles on my citibank card back in June (you are allowed 60K miles per year).

So the $15-$20K I've spent then have netted me a big fat fucking ZERO in mileage.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. That's what I get for being depressed and not paying attention to business.

FUCK one more time just because.