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8:20am - Good morning!! Rise and shine!! It's just going to be such a fabulous day today!! Of course, we must not forget our healthy breakfast, which will carry us through the morning!! Hugs and kisses for the whole family, too, for those are almost as important as our breakfast!! Chop, chop!! Up-and-at-'em, sleepy heads!!
What crap. Sadly, or maybe, it's just freaky that there are people out there just like this. I mean, talk about spooky. Can you imagine waking up to that every day?? I think I'd have to shoot myself. Oh, wait!! I've already been planning to do that!! Well, thank goodness for that.
I've been really pissed off since last night, particularly at the wife unit. Back in August, when I was really acting out, she took my laptop away. No biggie. I knew it was for my own good. Heck, I didn't even ask for it once, even though I was really wanting to listen to my mp3's. I didn't say peep. I figured I'd be good for a while, then she'd give it back to me on a trial basis. Didn't happen. I'm still okay with this. One night, though, she decides that she doesn't want to use her work laptop anymore so she's going to use mine. Again, I'm okay with that. Then, she starts removing programs, changing settings, all kinds of crap. I mean, she's moving in!! I ask her to stop making changes and she just fucking blows me off!! Again, last night, she imports her damned bookmarks, and goes around fucking with mine!! Again, no questions asked, nothing. It's like I don't fucking even exist. Now, if I were to go in and make changes on her stuff, I'd never hear the fucking end of it.
This morning I find out that she doesn't have to go to work because it's veterans day. Fine. Great. She gets up this morning, though, and takes over my daily morning ritual. I mean, wow, thanks for the help!! Thanks for taking from me one of the only things I look forward to every fucking day!! I've tried asking, but she just doesn't get it. Of course, if I press the subject, she gets all pissed off at me, and suddenly I'm the bad guy. I mean, how dare I make a big deal out of such petty things?? I mean, she was only trying to help, right?? I guess i just don't appreciate her help, and why do I get so upset about it when tries to help?? Yeah, like I could win that argument.
You know, it's days like this that make life worth living. Yup. Nothing better than a bunch of anger getting piled up inside of you, looking for a way to escape, to explode, to yell and scream and holler, to through stones, to break things, to take a leisurely drive around town, hoping and praying to whatever deity you choose that some dumb ass will run a red light and slam into you, so you can either die, finally, or at the very least finally kill my van. Yeah, it's days like this that make me just want to go on living happily ever fucking after.
I was in a great mood last night, I really was. Heck, I even prayed, sincerely!! I was really in good place last night. And then such a small, petty thing like changing how I have my bookmarks set up throws me all off. But, you know, it's not that petty. It was my thing, and now it's been taken away from me, without even a simple "may I." It just fucking hurts. Like what I want just doesn't fucking matter. Damnit, all I want to fucking do is die!! Fine. I'm not allowed to do that. Fine. Is there anything I am allowed to do?? Oh, yeah, right I HAVE TO get myself straightened out with PSMT. Doesn't matter what else I do but I MUST DO THAT. Of course, emotionally I can't do that, but it doesn't matter. I ABSOLUTELY MUST GET THAT DONE!! NOW!! If not sooner.
Crap. This turned into a wife bashing entry, which was not what I intended. I just wanted to vent some of my frustrations. I guess I'll have plenty of crap to talk about with the doctor next week.
What crap. Sadly, or maybe, it's just freaky that there are people out there just like this. I mean, talk about spooky. Can you imagine waking up to that every day?? I think I'd have to shoot myself. Oh, wait!! I've already been planning to do that!! Well, thank goodness for that.
I've been really pissed off since last night, particularly at the wife unit. Back in August, when I was really acting out, she took my laptop away. No biggie. I knew it was for my own good. Heck, I didn't even ask for it once, even though I was really wanting to listen to my mp3's. I didn't say peep. I figured I'd be good for a while, then she'd give it back to me on a trial basis. Didn't happen. I'm still okay with this. One night, though, she decides that she doesn't want to use her work laptop anymore so she's going to use mine. Again, I'm okay with that. Then, she starts removing programs, changing settings, all kinds of crap. I mean, she's moving in!! I ask her to stop making changes and she just fucking blows me off!! Again, last night, she imports her damned bookmarks, and goes around fucking with mine!! Again, no questions asked, nothing. It's like I don't fucking even exist. Now, if I were to go in and make changes on her stuff, I'd never hear the fucking end of it.
This morning I find out that she doesn't have to go to work because it's veterans day. Fine. Great. She gets up this morning, though, and takes over my daily morning ritual. I mean, wow, thanks for the help!! Thanks for taking from me one of the only things I look forward to every fucking day!! I've tried asking, but she just doesn't get it. Of course, if I press the subject, she gets all pissed off at me, and suddenly I'm the bad guy. I mean, how dare I make a big deal out of such petty things?? I mean, she was only trying to help, right?? I guess i just don't appreciate her help, and why do I get so upset about it when tries to help?? Yeah, like I could win that argument.
You know, it's days like this that make life worth living. Yup. Nothing better than a bunch of anger getting piled up inside of you, looking for a way to escape, to explode, to yell and scream and holler, to through stones, to break things, to take a leisurely drive around town, hoping and praying to whatever deity you choose that some dumb ass will run a red light and slam into you, so you can either die, finally, or at the very least finally kill my van. Yeah, it's days like this that make me just want to go on living happily ever fucking after.
I was in a great mood last night, I really was. Heck, I even prayed, sincerely!! I was really in good place last night. And then such a small, petty thing like changing how I have my bookmarks set up throws me all off. But, you know, it's not that petty. It was my thing, and now it's been taken away from me, without even a simple "may I." It just fucking hurts. Like what I want just doesn't fucking matter. Damnit, all I want to fucking do is die!! Fine. I'm not allowed to do that. Fine. Is there anything I am allowed to do?? Oh, yeah, right I HAVE TO get myself straightened out with PSMT. Doesn't matter what else I do but I MUST DO THAT. Of course, emotionally I can't do that, but it doesn't matter. I ABSOLUTELY MUST GET THAT DONE!! NOW!! If not sooner.
Crap. This turned into a wife bashing entry, which was not what I intended. I just wanted to vent some of my frustrations. I guess I'll have plenty of crap to talk about with the doctor next week.
posted by Cherrycat at 8:53 AM
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