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Heh...I just noticed I start a whole bunch of entries with 'wow'. lol. I don't ven use that word often. Wierd, ne?
Well, anyways...Erik isn't even trying to find a job. He's just hanging out at home and playing games.
I took today off myself, though...I was supposed to go in, but phuck that, it's Sunday. I worked every day this week. I don't want to work 7 days a week.
Things are halfway lookin up at work. I supervised yesterday for most of the day, and then later on in the day, they had me working on a job that I've always liked...they still won't let me work over 40 hours, though. It's going to be really tough paying all the bills that I have. I might try to find a second job for the time being. Thinkin of findin another waitress job. IHOP was a joke, but I can work at Denny's er sumthin...I'm also thinking about cancelling the insurance on the car and just not driving it for a few months. That would save me SO MUCH money. And I never use the car, anyways, so it's really not a problem for me. Erik uses it a lot, though. He always goes to his YiGiOh tornaments, and when he hangs out with his firneds, he's always the one that drives. Whatever, though. So it will start another fight...big deal. Like I'm not used to them by now. -.-;;
Speaking of which...we got in a huge fight last night. I was going to my Mom's place so that I could do laundry...cuz she has a washer & dryer at her place, and it would save me millions of quarters. And I forget what we were fighting about...oh, wait...no, I remember. He was putting away some of the clothes that I had asked him to put away 2 weeks ago...the last time I did laundry...and he was putting all my clothes in the wrong drawers. So I'm all "Nevermind, I'll go through the drawers and do it myself..." and he gets all crazy, and starts yelling like a friggen maniac, and snappin at me about how I "always want things my way..." Uhh...I've never thought of myself as anal or anything...but...you really don't put socks in the same drawer as a skirt, do you? Well, I don't think so anyway. And so I say...camly, by the way..."Uhh...yes, I would like the clothes organized, and since it doesn't seem to be all that important to you, I guess I do want it my way..." and he completely blows up...sayin sumthin like he's gonna put the clothes in the dresser any way he wants them, and if I even touch them, he'll get really pissed and then he started threatening me. I hate to say it, cuz I really do love him, but I'm kinda afraid of him. He's really big, and really strong, and he could really hurt me, really easily. I guess I should give him the benefit of the doubt for now, but the first time he hits me, I'm gone. So...anyways, after I had sorted through all the clothes, he picked up the hamper baskets and dumped all of the clothes back onto the floor. I can't believe I really married this crap. He acts like such an immature bastard. Seriously...throwing a temper tantrum like a 4 year old. Who needs kids when you have a husband like that?
:: Sighs ::
Oh, well. I guess I'll cope. All hope isn't lost. Maybe things will get better eventually. And if they don't, then I'll figure out what to do then. I'm really not lookin forward to being divorced at 20. But, then again, I'm NOT gonna be depressed and upset my whole life, either. I'm so not happy anymore. We always fight. The only time we don't is at night...when it's time to go to bed. Go friggen figure, eh? Oh, well. I'm a smart chick. I'll figure all this out.
:: Nods ::
Okie...I'm gonna go now. Time to go play bingo @ pogo.com. Bingo is awesome!
Well, anyways...Erik isn't even trying to find a job. He's just hanging out at home and playing games.
I took today off myself, though...I was supposed to go in, but phuck that, it's Sunday. I worked every day this week. I don't want to work 7 days a week.
Things are halfway lookin up at work. I supervised yesterday for most of the day, and then later on in the day, they had me working on a job that I've always liked...they still won't let me work over 40 hours, though. It's going to be really tough paying all the bills that I have. I might try to find a second job for the time being. Thinkin of findin another waitress job. IHOP was a joke, but I can work at Denny's er sumthin...I'm also thinking about cancelling the insurance on the car and just not driving it for a few months. That would save me SO MUCH money. And I never use the car, anyways, so it's really not a problem for me. Erik uses it a lot, though. He always goes to his YiGiOh tornaments, and when he hangs out with his firneds, he's always the one that drives. Whatever, though. So it will start another fight...big deal. Like I'm not used to them by now. -.-;;
Speaking of which...we got in a huge fight last night. I was going to my Mom's place so that I could do laundry...cuz she has a washer & dryer at her place, and it would save me millions of quarters. And I forget what we were fighting about...oh, wait...no, I remember. He was putting away some of the clothes that I had asked him to put away 2 weeks ago...the last time I did laundry...and he was putting all my clothes in the wrong drawers. So I'm all "Nevermind, I'll go through the drawers and do it myself..." and he gets all crazy, and starts yelling like a friggen maniac, and snappin at me about how I "always want things my way..." Uhh...I've never thought of myself as anal or anything...but...you really don't put socks in the same drawer as a skirt, do you? Well, I don't think so anyway. And so I say...camly, by the way..."Uhh...yes, I would like the clothes organized, and since it doesn't seem to be all that important to you, I guess I do want it my way..." and he completely blows up...sayin sumthin like he's gonna put the clothes in the dresser any way he wants them, and if I even touch them, he'll get really pissed and then he started threatening me. I hate to say it, cuz I really do love him, but I'm kinda afraid of him. He's really big, and really strong, and he could really hurt me, really easily. I guess I should give him the benefit of the doubt for now, but the first time he hits me, I'm gone. So...anyways, after I had sorted through all the clothes, he picked up the hamper baskets and dumped all of the clothes back onto the floor. I can't believe I really married this crap. He acts like such an immature bastard. Seriously...throwing a temper tantrum like a 4 year old. Who needs kids when you have a husband like that?
:: Sighs ::
Oh, well. I guess I'll cope. All hope isn't lost. Maybe things will get better eventually. And if they don't, then I'll figure out what to do then. I'm really not lookin forward to being divorced at 20. But, then again, I'm NOT gonna be depressed and upset my whole life, either. I'm so not happy anymore. We always fight. The only time we don't is at night...when it's time to go to bed. Go friggen figure, eh? Oh, well. I'm a smart chick. I'll figure all this out.
:: Nods ::
Okie...I'm gonna go now. Time to go play bingo @ pogo.com. Bingo is awesome!