FUCK ME.
My apologies for not being around the net so much. Some days I feel fine, and others, I feel like hell. I'm still losing weight (of course, we also just got an exercise bike, so hopefully, I'll stop being such big flabs of fatless skin now). The results of my EGD came last week, finally. I have to go back to see the guy who performed it. Apparently, I have polyps. I thought Dr. Harrison said they were in my stomach...or perhaps they're closer to my colon. Who knows. In any case, a biopsy was done to rule out cancer, but there are no results for that right now (guess I'll get those when I go back to see the guy). In any case, these may be causing lots of pain for me, and I also have a hiatal hernia which is causing a lot of problems (chest pains and my newly diagnosed asthma).
Add to that the herniated disc I may have in my spine. It's starting to cause me to be a little paralyzed sometimes. I'm having an MRI done for that tomorrow.
Mr. Cute Black Dude is still hitting on me, even though I told him I'm married. I told him that my husband and I may have an open marriage, but I'm extremely shy (and, heh, irritable) around guys (even more so with girls). That really didn't discourage him (considering that he was trying to cop a feel). I seriously cannot be "so hot" that he can't stop thinking about me. There's no way. I admit that the attention is nice (because rarely do I ever have people hitting on me, even though I supposedly have people "checking me out" and "flirting with me" all the time...I just don't notice), but I'm starting to get a little nervous, and when I get nervous, I become downright bitchy. Frankly, I'm sure that Mr. Cute Black Dude just wants a booty call, and he's just pulling out the old standbys -- "you have such pretty eyes" and "you don't seem happy" -- in order to make me think that he "understands" me. Please, I wasn't born yesterday. Yeah, he wanted to "talk" again this morning after I dropped Devin off at school, but I blew him off (partially because I was trying to get new glasses, too).
While I don't mind being friendly, MCBD, I don't just jump in the sack (I have to be totally in love with you for that to even happen). Fuck, I can't even remember your damn name, so sex is definitely out of the question. Please realize that while I may like sex and talking about sex, me actually doing those acts with a complete stranger is not happening. Ever. I'm not like the rest of the women in this neighborhood.
What sucks is that I used to like walking Devin to school, but now that I always have to go past this guy's house...meh. And I don't want to start taking another route to Devin's school because that just looks ridiculous.
It's the whole strong-willed guy thing. Every time I'm in the presence of a guy that just exudes masculinity and dominance, I stop thinking coherently. Well, no, I don't start humping things, but it does become difficult to act properly.
That's the case with our landlord, too. First, he fucked us over with the lease. He was supposed to pay for water/sewage and trash removal, but after the trash got cut off, I found out that he was never going to do these things even if it specified in the lease that he would. I'm not an idiot; I know we could have taken him to court to get this resolved, but I was so afraid of getting evicted that I just gave in. Then we had to deal with this broken toilet that took a while to get fixed (he refused to believe that it was cracked and leaking), so now we'll get our first water bill later this month (for some odd reason, the water bill gets issued every 90 days here), and it's going to be hella expensive just because the damn toilet flooded part of the basement while it was broken.
Now, he called Saturday, asking about the rent. I told him that we sent it out on the 5th (because according to our lease, we have 5 days to get it to him, and he's always known that we get our disability checks on the 3rd -- plus, we've always either sent it out on the 4th or the 5th). A few months ago, we sent it out on the 5th, his wife called the next day, I told her, and she was fine with it (because we got it out on the 5th). However, this month, I talk to her husband, and he says we owe him another $25 because it's "late". It doesn't seem to matter that we sent it out on the 5th. He goes into this big spiel about how he gives everyone a couple of days because he knows it's hard to get it out before the 1st, and I just clammed up. I hung up and told Jeremy, and needless to say, he's livid. He refuses to pay the $25. As for me, I can't sleep now thanks to this. I'd rather that Jeremy just cough up the money and deal with it, even if I do find this shit to be ridiculous, and I know we're getting screwed. Perhaps I should call a lawyer. Fuck, I don't know what to do. First this health shit, and now this. I have no good luck.
Add to that the herniated disc I may have in my spine. It's starting to cause me to be a little paralyzed sometimes. I'm having an MRI done for that tomorrow.
Mr. Cute Black Dude is still hitting on me, even though I told him I'm married. I told him that my husband and I may have an open marriage, but I'm extremely shy (and, heh, irritable) around guys (even more so with girls). That really didn't discourage him (considering that he was trying to cop a feel). I seriously cannot be "so hot" that he can't stop thinking about me. There's no way. I admit that the attention is nice (because rarely do I ever have people hitting on me, even though I supposedly have people "checking me out" and "flirting with me" all the time...I just don't notice), but I'm starting to get a little nervous, and when I get nervous, I become downright bitchy. Frankly, I'm sure that Mr. Cute Black Dude just wants a booty call, and he's just pulling out the old standbys -- "you have such pretty eyes" and "you don't seem happy" -- in order to make me think that he "understands" me. Please, I wasn't born yesterday. Yeah, he wanted to "talk" again this morning after I dropped Devin off at school, but I blew him off (partially because I was trying to get new glasses, too).
While I don't mind being friendly, MCBD, I don't just jump in the sack (I have to be totally in love with you for that to even happen). Fuck, I can't even remember your damn name, so sex is definitely out of the question. Please realize that while I may like sex and talking about sex, me actually doing those acts with a complete stranger is not happening. Ever. I'm not like the rest of the women in this neighborhood.
What sucks is that I used to like walking Devin to school, but now that I always have to go past this guy's house...meh. And I don't want to start taking another route to Devin's school because that just looks ridiculous.
It's the whole strong-willed guy thing. Every time I'm in the presence of a guy that just exudes masculinity and dominance, I stop thinking coherently. Well, no, I don't start humping things, but it does become difficult to act properly.
That's the case with our landlord, too. First, he fucked us over with the lease. He was supposed to pay for water/sewage and trash removal, but after the trash got cut off, I found out that he was never going to do these things even if it specified in the lease that he would. I'm not an idiot; I know we could have taken him to court to get this resolved, but I was so afraid of getting evicted that I just gave in. Then we had to deal with this broken toilet that took a while to get fixed (he refused to believe that it was cracked and leaking), so now we'll get our first water bill later this month (for some odd reason, the water bill gets issued every 90 days here), and it's going to be hella expensive just because the damn toilet flooded part of the basement while it was broken.
Now, he called Saturday, asking about the rent. I told him that we sent it out on the 5th (because according to our lease, we have 5 days to get it to him, and he's always known that we get our disability checks on the 3rd -- plus, we've always either sent it out on the 4th or the 5th). A few months ago, we sent it out on the 5th, his wife called the next day, I told her, and she was fine with it (because we got it out on the 5th). However, this month, I talk to her husband, and he says we owe him another $25 because it's "late". It doesn't seem to matter that we sent it out on the 5th. He goes into this big spiel about how he gives everyone a couple of days because he knows it's hard to get it out before the 1st, and I just clammed up. I hung up and told Jeremy, and needless to say, he's livid. He refuses to pay the $25. As for me, I can't sleep now thanks to this. I'd rather that Jeremy just cough up the money and deal with it, even if I do find this shit to be ridiculous, and I know we're getting screwed. Perhaps I should call a lawyer. Fuck, I don't know what to do. First this health shit, and now this. I have no good luck.