*low throaty growly noise* *repeatedly*
I'm home again, in Daly City.
I've received an email back from Amber, but I am in the absolute wrong mood to deal with it right now. Right now I am...
Exceedingly calm.
That calm, as I may have mentioned at another time, that is just a tid bit too calm. The Flanders calm (In case you don't remember, it turned out that Flanders wasn't happy all the time, just terribly repressed).
And so, due to this calm, I am in no mental state to even breach the possibility of what could be in that email. nuh-uh, no way.
Why am I exceedingly calm? Well,
Well. I don't even want to talk about it because I will go over the fucking edge.
Fuck that. Ramil got all temperful because he was trying to be Superan and carry all of the stuff out of the car. The car was fucking packed, people. And he wouldn't talk to me about wat stuff we would come get on the second trip, so I went ahead without him and brought up the stuff I was carrying. When I got downstairs again, he's struggling through the main building door carrying way too much stuff, and then when I offer to take some of it from him, he fucking growls at me and says something about something leaking. I grabbed a couple of the bags and took the stairs while he took the fucking elevator. I was not going to deal with even a 15 second elevator ride with that. I held the door open when he got up (I beat him up to the second floor), and he grumbles some more and then goes back down to get the last of the stuff. Usually I would go help, but I said fuck to that, ad just started putting stuff away. I did listen for him to come back up, and I opened the door. He storms nto the kitchen, and I just stay back and put stuff away. Then he went into our room. When I had no more stuff to put away, I went to take my shoes off, and he's in bed. Not sure if he's sleeping or not, so I make as much damned noise as I feel like and throw my stuff everywhere. I retrieved my laptop, and here I am.
Moments ago, when I was saying that I didn;t want to talk about what has me so pissed off, he wanders out of the room and pokes me, and looks at me all sorrowfully. However, I had already decided that I was not going to make this easy for him, and if he wants to apologize, he'd damn well better do it verbally before he gets any kind of response. So I just looked at him blankly, and he walked off, not saying anything. And I finished that paragraph, and here I am.
FUCK. I do not even want to read that goddamn email. I don't wanna, idunwanna DO NOT WANT.
Fucking shit, I think I have to be at work at seven tomorrow. That sucks.
My fucking eyelid is twitching, and I have an annoying pain in my head.
I'm going to vegetate on everything online except my email, and then probably eat some EasyMac. Or maybe make a salad, so I can play with a knife.
I've received an email back from Amber, but I am in the absolute wrong mood to deal with it right now. Right now I am...
Exceedingly calm.
That calm, as I may have mentioned at another time, that is just a tid bit too calm. The Flanders calm (In case you don't remember, it turned out that Flanders wasn't happy all the time, just terribly repressed).
And so, due to this calm, I am in no mental state to even breach the possibility of what could be in that email. nuh-uh, no way.
Why am I exceedingly calm? Well,
Well. I don't even want to talk about it because I will go over the fucking edge.
Fuck that. Ramil got all temperful because he was trying to be Superan and carry all of the stuff out of the car. The car was fucking packed, people. And he wouldn't talk to me about wat stuff we would come get on the second trip, so I went ahead without him and brought up the stuff I was carrying. When I got downstairs again, he's struggling through the main building door carrying way too much stuff, and then when I offer to take some of it from him, he fucking growls at me and says something about something leaking. I grabbed a couple of the bags and took the stairs while he took the fucking elevator. I was not going to deal with even a 15 second elevator ride with that. I held the door open when he got up (I beat him up to the second floor), and he grumbles some more and then goes back down to get the last of the stuff. Usually I would go help, but I said fuck to that, ad just started putting stuff away. I did listen for him to come back up, and I opened the door. He storms nto the kitchen, and I just stay back and put stuff away. Then he went into our room. When I had no more stuff to put away, I went to take my shoes off, and he's in bed. Not sure if he's sleeping or not, so I make as much damned noise as I feel like and throw my stuff everywhere. I retrieved my laptop, and here I am.
Moments ago, when I was saying that I didn;t want to talk about what has me so pissed off, he wanders out of the room and pokes me, and looks at me all sorrowfully. However, I had already decided that I was not going to make this easy for him, and if he wants to apologize, he'd damn well better do it verbally before he gets any kind of response. So I just looked at him blankly, and he walked off, not saying anything. And I finished that paragraph, and here I am.
FUCK. I do not even want to read that goddamn email. I don't wanna, idunwanna DO NOT WANT.
Fucking shit, I think I have to be at work at seven tomorrow. That sucks.
My fucking eyelid is twitching, and I have an annoying pain in my head.
I'm going to vegetate on everything online except my email, and then probably eat some EasyMac. Or maybe make a salad, so I can play with a knife.