it’s all you can do…

How do I start?

With the “fuck yous” or with something else?

Yea…the “Fuck yous”

Fuck You Weather Channel. You told me there would be a foot of snow in NJ today. As a result, I cancelled my Sunday late afternoon flight to NJ. Yea…it rained in NJ this morning, hence fucking me

Fuck you, Continental. No more than 3 minutes after I got off the phone with you to change my flight to next week, you cancelled my original flight from yesterday. Fuck You for making me spend $130. Fuck you for making me nervous about your predisposition to cancelling Sunday flights.

Fuck You to me. For not being able to handle the changes in my schedule and just going into a cataclysmic meltdown over the past 24 hours. I’m a fucking mess. I can’t get out of my own way. One of my Resolutions was to try to slow down some and, until yesterday, I was doing OK. But, my brain’s been spinning for a day now and I’m a mess and a half. It was all I could do to get out of the house to get to the Y today. While there, I was trying to get out into the gym. I had my MP3 player, a towel and a magazine. Should not be hard to manage that. However, because I was thinking about 13 other things, I dropped the MP3 player. It managed to slide across the floor and get under a table. While picking it up, the towel fell out of my hand. While picking it up, my headphones fell out and to the floor.

This is how things go for me all the time. I’m constantly trying to do 4 things at once. JewelrySlut likes watching me do it. Sometimes, I’ll just freeze. I’ll be standing in the kitchen trying to decide what to do next. Like, Do I change the laundry and then start dinner or start food prep and then change the laundry. I’ll rock back and forth arguing with myself about which one to start first. At times, I’ve nearly driven myself to tears because I can’t do anything without arguing with myself over how I could do the task more efficiently or in a different order.

Whoa…that got a little out of hand.

Um…

Dick Joke?

This is mean, but Fuck you to Shmuppie. She and I did very well all last week. We didn’t fight. We were models off familial efficiency. Then JewelrySlut got home on Saturday. Since then, Shmuppie has been acting like an asshole. There’s no better way to describe it. It’s clear that she doesn’t want to share the attention of one of us. Since JewelrySlut and I have the nerve to try to talk to each other, Shmuppie responds by pissing herself or “forgetting” to flush when she shits. Sometimes, I want to strangle her.

That’s enough anger for now.

On a good note, I’m home this week and not in NJ. I’ll be away next week, but am home for now. And, another good note; the 3 of us are going away for a long weekend starting on Friday. Shmuppie announced that she wanted to go to Myrtle Beach and so we’re off. We found a new hotel to stay at and look forward to getting away for a few days. It should be fun.

Otherwise, I’m tired of work and need to go pee

Bye now

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