the hate'em stage
I just got off the phone with Michael. He called me at like 7:45 am. I didn't realize it but this morning I got to the I hate him stage of the disorder. I hate him for going to Iraq. I wanted to hang up the phone a couple of times today just because of the things he was saying. I mean he is talking about buying me a ton of stuff, and I am sitting over here thinking how all that money could be used better over here for things like food and well food. I mean I love him to death but some stuff he said this morning made me want to smack him. Part of me hopes he has a mission like today, right now, so that I can have a week to cool down. I dont know. I am just angry over stupid stuff, and since he isn't here to work it out.