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Its like 10pm and I finally get to sit because of course, I have no life other than what you tell me. Nevermind the fact that I have a full time job, trying to get another, better job and my fucking car is still in the shop.
Speaking of the car. So the place said on Thursday that I'd get the car back Saturday, on Friday I'd get it Monday...Yesterday, I'd get it today...and Today....tomorrow.
What is it going to be tomorrow...thurs?
Why not keep it til friday then, so I can give you more money down and you can ruin a third fucking weekend. And prevent me from seeing my little sister?
So ya, I get home and find that I dont get my car...Oh did I mention I still dont have my car.
Ok, for most ppl this isnt that big a deal..but most ppl dont live 50 miles away from work in one direction...and 50 miles the exact opposite way from their friends. Plus my car is my only sanctuary left. I literally have no privacy in the house...and no space of my own. Theres my bed, a footlocker with a few things (which isnt mine), my TV/PS2 (so I dont murder the ppl I'm living with) and two shelves in a closet. Everything else is in storage...you guessed it....50 miles away. And well, I get bitched at if I drink..say parrot bay rum (thats like what 20% by vol EtOH), we'd probabbly have a dairy and a new geonome of kittens if they found I still smoke. Cause its not like I'm of age or anything and hadnt been fine for years on my own.
Back to the getting home part, ya they're tearing apart the patio..which is all fine and dandy since it is THEIR patio...except thats where my cats are living. So my two cats have been demoted to what I can describe only as a chicken coop. Its a plywood box thats 4 ft wide, 2-2.5 ft deep, and 3-3.5 ft tall with plywood on three sides the top and bottom, and large weave chicken wire over the 4th side. Now then, my cats are about 10lbs and 17 lbs...NOT SMALL. And in there with them I'm suppose to fit both their beds, their litter box, and their food+water bowls, with them in an 8sq ft area. Ya good thing I went to check on them before I got online, they pushed one bed into their water bowl, soaking the bed, blanket, food and the like 2 cups of litter they scooped out of the box. Can we say they're NOT HAPPY.
Yes I love my cats....way too much.
They're my children...
My ONLY children...EVER.
Speaking of lack of privacy, THANKTHEFUCKYOU For just walking in here and fooling around with stuff then sitting and watching over my fucking shoulder cause you know its like polite and all.
And Im not done yet. I have to feed my cats and put them in the chicken coop, shower way early (which is just as bad as my normal showering right before bed leaving my room steamy w/me trying to sleep and wet hair...cause YOU dont bathe til after dinner, fill up the HUGE tub, and I have to wait at least an hour before I can get even a WARM shower), feed YOUR spoiled dog....ahem..HAND FEED EACH PIECE OF FOOD AFTER ITS BEEN SOAKED IN MILK WHILE RECITING THE ALPHABET (no seriously...this really happens...EVERY NIGHT), and then I get to do the dishes so YOU can relax. Cause you know I WAS the one who had to get up and go to work today...NEITHER of you did..oh wait one of you doesnt work anyways.
So I just spent 20 mins checking email and typing this which leaves 40 mins left of my day for me to
a)pay bills
b)go over my car financing
c)contact my 3rd reference for the potential other job...OH WAIT I cant do that its kinda really rude to contact ppl for business at 1030 at night...
d)fix and print out my other research paper for said potential job (first copy didnt make it out)
e)oh ya and I got my 401k info in today....well more like picked it up on the way out the door which I havent even LOOKED AT
Ya, fucking right.
And you wonder why I want to move to the other side of the country...(out of the country would be nice..but thats for other reasons...)
I also notice I dont type in LJ unless I'm pissed off...but then again isnt that what this thing is for...I get to vent, no one gets hurt (in any form)...though I do say mowing down bad guys with chain saws works almost as well. Yeah for violent video games...
Hell, the more violence/blood/guts/gore the better ... get those fustrations out
So the next time you can just smile and nod...and who cares if you're picturing them as the monster you blew up last night in the back of your head.
You know, one day down the road, they'll come visit, and I'll pull out my beautiful handmade 6 pipe hookah, pack this HUGE bowl of mega bud, and light up. Look them square in the eyes and say "You know, I never did quit"
Speaking of the car. So the place said on Thursday that I'd get the car back Saturday, on Friday I'd get it Monday...Yesterday, I'd get it today...and Today....tomorrow.
What is it going to be tomorrow...thurs?
Why not keep it til friday then, so I can give you more money down and you can ruin a third fucking weekend. And prevent me from seeing my little sister?
So ya, I get home and find that I dont get my car...Oh did I mention I still dont have my car.
Ok, for most ppl this isnt that big a deal..but most ppl dont live 50 miles away from work in one direction...and 50 miles the exact opposite way from their friends. Plus my car is my only sanctuary left. I literally have no privacy in the house...and no space of my own. Theres my bed, a footlocker with a few things (which isnt mine), my TV/PS2 (so I dont murder the ppl I'm living with) and two shelves in a closet. Everything else is in storage...you guessed it....50 miles away. And well, I get bitched at if I drink..say parrot bay rum (thats like what 20% by vol EtOH), we'd probabbly have a dairy and a new geonome of kittens if they found I still smoke. Cause its not like I'm of age or anything and hadnt been fine for years on my own.
Back to the getting home part, ya they're tearing apart the patio..which is all fine and dandy since it is THEIR patio...except thats where my cats are living. So my two cats have been demoted to what I can describe only as a chicken coop. Its a plywood box thats 4 ft wide, 2-2.5 ft deep, and 3-3.5 ft tall with plywood on three sides the top and bottom, and large weave chicken wire over the 4th side. Now then, my cats are about 10lbs and 17 lbs...NOT SMALL. And in there with them I'm suppose to fit both their beds, their litter box, and their food+water bowls, with them in an 8sq ft area. Ya good thing I went to check on them before I got online, they pushed one bed into their water bowl, soaking the bed, blanket, food and the like 2 cups of litter they scooped out of the box. Can we say they're NOT HAPPY.
Yes I love my cats....way too much.
They're my children...
My ONLY children...EVER.
Speaking of lack of privacy, THANKTHEFUCKYOU For just walking in here and fooling around with stuff then sitting and watching over my fucking shoulder cause you know its like polite and all.
And Im not done yet. I have to feed my cats and put them in the chicken coop, shower way early (which is just as bad as my normal showering right before bed leaving my room steamy w/me trying to sleep and wet hair...cause YOU dont bathe til after dinner, fill up the HUGE tub, and I have to wait at least an hour before I can get even a WARM shower), feed YOUR spoiled dog....ahem..HAND FEED EACH PIECE OF FOOD AFTER ITS BEEN SOAKED IN MILK WHILE RECITING THE ALPHABET (no seriously...this really happens...EVERY NIGHT), and then I get to do the dishes so YOU can relax. Cause you know I WAS the one who had to get up and go to work today...NEITHER of you did..oh wait one of you doesnt work anyways.
So I just spent 20 mins checking email and typing this which leaves 40 mins left of my day for me to
a)pay bills
b)go over my car financing
c)contact my 3rd reference for the potential other job...OH WAIT I cant do that its kinda really rude to contact ppl for business at 1030 at night...
d)fix and print out my other research paper for said potential job (first copy didnt make it out)
e)oh ya and I got my 401k info in today....well more like picked it up on the way out the door which I havent even LOOKED AT
Ya, fucking right.
And you wonder why I want to move to the other side of the country...(out of the country would be nice..but thats for other reasons...)
I also notice I dont type in LJ unless I'm pissed off...but then again isnt that what this thing is for...I get to vent, no one gets hurt (in any form)...though I do say mowing down bad guys with chain saws works almost as well. Yeah for violent video games...
Hell, the more violence/blood/guts/gore the better ... get those fustrations out
So the next time you can just smile and nod...and who cares if you're picturing them as the monster you blew up last night in the back of your head.
You know, one day down the road, they'll come visit, and I'll pull out my beautiful handmade 6 pipe hookah, pack this HUGE bowl of mega bud, and light up. Look them square in the eyes and say "You know, I never did quit"