Naggitynag
Every freaking time when I had my mom on the phone it always leaves me behind with a certain feeling I can’t describe. And questions. Such as, my mom weight 88 kg (she is 1,67m tall)? I thought she had already broken up with her boyfriend? (now it’s final, she returned the keys, apparently) And why would she have a fun day with a man who recently told her that he wasn’t the father of her child? That child, of course, is me.
She always leaves me puzzled. I really hate talking to her, as awful as it sounds. She also asked if her social worker could have my phone number, just in case. Why would a social worker ask that? Scary, another thought.
Work annoys me more than usual. I know I am paranoid by nature, but I can’t help thinking my PHB (Dilbert term, pointy haired boss) is up to something. Wants to annoy me. I’m reading Dogbert’s management book and I know I know, Dilbert is a comic, but hell, does that sound accurate! Managers do that, annoy employees. I don’t know why, but they do.
The least problems are the fact that I always forget whether I have sugared my tea or not (which ends in unpleasant surprises, as I drink my tea strong and therefore is, unsugared, very bitter) and my slight, minor, insignificant headache that keeps me company for about three days now.
Stop your worries, I had this before, the headaches, when I was about 12 or so. Must have been 12, I was at high school and my parents hadn’t split up yet. Nothing was found and they got me some nature product. I couldn’t eat chocolate, vanilla, sugars etc. That didn’t last long of course. The headache isn’t a heavy one, it’s just a tad annoying.
On a much much brighter note, I love the picture on the paper today. It’s one not about football. But about the demonstration in London against Bush, where they burn a picture of him. Looks cool! Burn him!
She always leaves me puzzled. I really hate talking to her, as awful as it sounds. She also asked if her social worker could have my phone number, just in case. Why would a social worker ask that? Scary, another thought.
Work annoys me more than usual. I know I am paranoid by nature, but I can’t help thinking my PHB (Dilbert term, pointy haired boss) is up to something. Wants to annoy me. I’m reading Dogbert’s management book and I know I know, Dilbert is a comic, but hell, does that sound accurate! Managers do that, annoy employees. I don’t know why, but they do.
The least problems are the fact that I always forget whether I have sugared my tea or not (which ends in unpleasant surprises, as I drink my tea strong and therefore is, unsugared, very bitter) and my slight, minor, insignificant headache that keeps me company for about three days now.
Stop your worries, I had this before, the headaches, when I was about 12 or so. Must have been 12, I was at high school and my parents hadn’t split up yet. Nothing was found and they got me some nature product. I couldn’t eat chocolate, vanilla, sugars etc. That didn’t last long of course. The headache isn’t a heavy one, it’s just a tad annoying.
On a much much brighter note, I love the picture on the paper today. It’s one not about football. But about the demonstration in London against Bush, where they burn a picture of him. Looks cool! Burn him!