FIOF All the fucking time I waste dealing with other people’s shit
T-paper 5 rolls disappear in a week, I began wonder who or what the fuck was doing it.
Nardo's World
I may never go through 5 rolls in a month. But there they were, gone. I notice Nardo sneaking upstairs into our bathroom, he has his own downstairs, and closing the door, then emerging with suspicious large breasts that looked an awful lot like TP. I don’t wee why he can’t communicate this shit to us, if he is in need of TP. He has money for food to feed the other end, but not to buy TP to wipe his ass. So, he is essentially our renter, who expects us to include TP in his deal, like the food he disappears from the fridge. Isn’t this a little back passwords? I mean what’s a package of toilet paper, $6 on sale? Jesus, man get your own ass wipe. Stop stealing ours and not telling us and suddenly we need to go buy more to replace what we thought we had. It all comes down to this shit with him. Maybe he’s too embarrassed or proud to communicate that need to us. But for Christ sake, why just assume that it doesn’t matter to us? Why put us on the spot like that? Fucking speak up asshole. What kind of man can’t wipe his own ass? Or doesn’t want to… mutherfucker!
Nardo’s ass conflagrations, probably begin with growing up with a single mom who probably couldn’t always afford the domestic niceties. Lord knows what they did for TP then. Life is hard. It’s obvious, from when I met GF, the first time I visited and she had no TP in the washroom. I didn’t ask her what her workaround was, I just went out and bought her a package of TP. Problem solved. Now I’m being raided by Nardo for paper shortages, without notice. Something is elemental here, I need to consult Freud about this. Any Jungians who can speak for the symbolism behind this subliminal behaviour? What would Kirkegard tell us of social relationships regarding paper?
I am tired of dealing with other people’s shit. GF keeps getting these nuisance calls at her salon from Google third party marketing constantly telling her she needs to fix her Google listing. We did that already 2 years ago when Google finally pulled their fucking heads out of their ass and put some real people onto fixing fux from FAQ, the loop from hell. "Is your computer plugged in? Because you are just an ignorant user and we are the brilliant rocket science programming engineers that use 8 fucking GB of your hard drive to spy on every click that you do." So Google, fuck you! GF hates when I rant shit back at them for trying to fuck over our systems, just so they can spy on us online. Fuckers. Microsoft is worse, a veritable piece of crap (PC) simulated shit pile concatenation that perpetually update with every breath that we take, as we fart in their face. Fucking technology from outer space. What ever happened to co-operating with others, face to face?
After a rocky start on the morning after the storm, I come home and Nardo has dismantled the door handle on his door to his room. He has locked himself out. I go down to look at what he has done. He's pushed the door handle into the room and is trying to use a screw driver to trip the latch and release the lock to open the door to get back into his lair. I wonder if his rabbits are as dysfunctional as him. All the electrical chords have been removed from his room so the rabbits don't go chewing through them and electrocute themselves. So I flick the lock and hand him back the screwdriver, for which he actually thanks me. That's a first. Him thanking me for something. He's probably embarrassed for locking himself out. It's one of those bathroom locks that just requires a hair pin to open, but he's dismantled the whole fucking contraption. "Let him deal with it", I think to myself. Maybe he'll learn something about boundaries from fucking with locked doors.
Out in the world, the power is out in many places as clean up crews remove tree debris and fix broken power lines from the trees. I haven't been down to the beach to see the remains of the pier, but I understand it's in need of repair or maybe they'll simply abandon it finally. So in some areas the streetlights have come to a trickle down 4-way stop slowing traffic down to a crawl. Many businesses still aren't open due to power outages. We got off to a rough morning, getting GF to work. After dropping her off, I went back home and made GF some tuna and turmeric, to snack with crackers (one of her favourites). The Chinese food we settled for yesterday at the mall, made us both have stomach upset. How do people eat that shit? The power is out again at the salon as they clean up the beach and fix the grid. GF somehow manages it. I try to set my world right by taking care of myself. SB is lined up 20 deep and out of many things. No food for you! I head into WR where I know there is power and I got surprisingly good service Thursday before my medical appointment, at an old coffee house that changed hands a year ago and is making some fine home cooked fair. And, they are fortunate for me, not that busy. They didn't have what I wanted today, being out of some things from yesterday's storm, but I let the universe choose and they came up with crepes, with shrimp, avocado and spinach, that was yum-yum good!
Now I can face the slings and arrows of adversity, with at least a modicum of civility, even put up with Nardo's idiosyncrasies to a degree. I came home to where we still have power, I'm no use at the salon today, used the revitalizing biomat, watched Nardo struggle with burnt offerings, which he cleaned up today mostly, except for a stack of washed pots and dishes in the rack at the sink. Jesus, another day in the hood, and Fuck! It's only Friday!
Here is what the I-ching has to say : I Ching Hexagram 6-6-6 Conflict - Let Go
Hu Gua (hidden influence) 37 Family: Support
Zong Gua (underlying cause) 36 Brightness Hiding: Reignite - When you open, all obstacles will disappear.
Truth fears nothing but concealment - Chinese Proverb : https://cafeausoul.com/iching/sung-conflict
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Nardo's World
I may never go through 5 rolls in a month. But there they were, gone. I notice Nardo sneaking upstairs into our bathroom, he has his own downstairs, and closing the door, then emerging with suspicious large breasts that looked an awful lot like TP. I don’t wee why he can’t communicate this shit to us, if he is in need of TP. He has money for food to feed the other end, but not to buy TP to wipe his ass. So, he is essentially our renter, who expects us to include TP in his deal, like the food he disappears from the fridge. Isn’t this a little back passwords? I mean what’s a package of toilet paper, $6 on sale? Jesus, man get your own ass wipe. Stop stealing ours and not telling us and suddenly we need to go buy more to replace what we thought we had. It all comes down to this shit with him. Maybe he’s too embarrassed or proud to communicate that need to us. But for Christ sake, why just assume that it doesn’t matter to us? Why put us on the spot like that? Fucking speak up asshole. What kind of man can’t wipe his own ass? Or doesn’t want to… mutherfucker!
Nardo’s ass conflagrations, probably begin with growing up with a single mom who probably couldn’t always afford the domestic niceties. Lord knows what they did for TP then. Life is hard. It’s obvious, from when I met GF, the first time I visited and she had no TP in the washroom. I didn’t ask her what her workaround was, I just went out and bought her a package of TP. Problem solved. Now I’m being raided by Nardo for paper shortages, without notice. Something is elemental here, I need to consult Freud about this. Any Jungians who can speak for the symbolism behind this subliminal behaviour? What would Kirkegard tell us of social relationships regarding paper?
I am tired of dealing with other people’s shit. GF keeps getting these nuisance calls at her salon from Google third party marketing constantly telling her she needs to fix her Google listing. We did that already 2 years ago when Google finally pulled their fucking heads out of their ass and put some real people onto fixing fux from FAQ, the loop from hell. "Is your computer plugged in? Because you are just an ignorant user and we are the brilliant rocket science programming engineers that use 8 fucking GB of your hard drive to spy on every click that you do." So Google, fuck you! GF hates when I rant shit back at them for trying to fuck over our systems, just so they can spy on us online. Fuckers. Microsoft is worse, a veritable piece of crap (PC) simulated shit pile concatenation that perpetually update with every breath that we take, as we fart in their face. Fucking technology from outer space. What ever happened to co-operating with others, face to face?
After a rocky start on the morning after the storm, I come home and Nardo has dismantled the door handle on his door to his room. He has locked himself out. I go down to look at what he has done. He's pushed the door handle into the room and is trying to use a screw driver to trip the latch and release the lock to open the door to get back into his lair. I wonder if his rabbits are as dysfunctional as him. All the electrical chords have been removed from his room so the rabbits don't go chewing through them and electrocute themselves. So I flick the lock and hand him back the screwdriver, for which he actually thanks me. That's a first. Him thanking me for something. He's probably embarrassed for locking himself out. It's one of those bathroom locks that just requires a hair pin to open, but he's dismantled the whole fucking contraption. "Let him deal with it", I think to myself. Maybe he'll learn something about boundaries from fucking with locked doors.
Out in the world, the power is out in many places as clean up crews remove tree debris and fix broken power lines from the trees. I haven't been down to the beach to see the remains of the pier, but I understand it's in need of repair or maybe they'll simply abandon it finally. So in some areas the streetlights have come to a trickle down 4-way stop slowing traffic down to a crawl. Many businesses still aren't open due to power outages. We got off to a rough morning, getting GF to work. After dropping her off, I went back home and made GF some tuna and turmeric, to snack with crackers (one of her favourites). The Chinese food we settled for yesterday at the mall, made us both have stomach upset. How do people eat that shit? The power is out again at the salon as they clean up the beach and fix the grid. GF somehow manages it. I try to set my world right by taking care of myself. SB is lined up 20 deep and out of many things. No food for you! I head into WR where I know there is power and I got surprisingly good service Thursday before my medical appointment, at an old coffee house that changed hands a year ago and is making some fine home cooked fair. And, they are fortunate for me, not that busy. They didn't have what I wanted today, being out of some things from yesterday's storm, but I let the universe choose and they came up with crepes, with shrimp, avocado and spinach, that was yum-yum good!
Now I can face the slings and arrows of adversity, with at least a modicum of civility, even put up with Nardo's idiosyncrasies to a degree. I came home to where we still have power, I'm no use at the salon today, used the revitalizing biomat, watched Nardo struggle with burnt offerings, which he cleaned up today mostly, except for a stack of washed pots and dishes in the rack at the sink. Jesus, another day in the hood, and Fuck! It's only Friday!
Here is what the I-ching has to say : I Ching Hexagram 6-6-6 Conflict - Let Go
Hu Gua (hidden influence) 37 Family: Support
Zong Gua (underlying cause) 36 Brightness Hiding: Reignite - When you open, all obstacles will disappear.
Truth fears nothing but concealment - Chinese Proverb : https://cafeausoul.com/iching/sung-conflict
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