I paid for a Rug Dr. yesterday. My brother assured me he'd do the carpets. He roped ivarr into doing the dining room and part of the living room.

I'm on antibiotics for whatever is making my lungs burn. Side effect: I can't sleep. Last night my brother had friends over who decided it would be super fun to be loud at 2:30 a.m. I told them all to leave they just looked at me like dumb cows. So I said it again. I was pissed and they just sat there. I woke my brother up and made him kick them out. The only girl in attendance decided to stand outside his window and yell "Pussy!" so I called the cops.

This morning at 9 a.m. they woke me up. I finally did get up because I knew I'd have to clean the rest of the floors as my brother couldn't be expected to keep up his end of the bargain. But to his credit he did do the hall way and his room and got his girlfriend to clean up the kitchen.

I asked him to do my room then return the cleaner. He went to lunch. I went and got coffee and a strawberry danish.

I came home and one of the idiot kids from this morning was asleep on my couch. I chose to not be quiet. I particularly hate this kid because he's rude and I don't trust him. I'm actually afraid he'd pull some shit with me.

Any way I sat at the dining room table and was sorting through some stuff and playing around online when two Asian girls came up the stairs (wearing bug eye sunglasses - how OC). They balked at the bags of newspaper by the door that I had lined up to recycle. They politely knocked and asked if Taylor was home. I explained he was asleep (his girlfriend had come out of his room looking sleepy then went back in, I assumed he was with her, my bad). They politely left.

Ten minutes later two boys come up the stairs. They rudely sit in the two chairs that somehow keep getting outside. They began talking about "Js." I realized they were also smoking some Js so I was contemplating calling the cops to bust them for not only trespassing but also the pot when I heard one say, "Hey, let's go fuck with Tone [kid sleeping on the couch]!"

I watched with incredulity as they opened the window then unlocked my front door. So I open the door for them and said, "Hi, that's breaking and entering! Get out of my house!" To which they tried the, "Oh, is Taylor home?" I said, "No, he's not, now get the fuck off my porch before I call the cops for trespassing!" All the while they kept saying, "Yes ma'am." As if that's going to make things better.

I was so upset I was shaking and almost cried. I'm so grateful I can move into my new place Saturday (although technically I get the keys Thursday). I can't deal with the distinct lack of disrespect these children have (by the way the vast majority are minors) for anyone but themselves.

Oh and my brother obviously didn't do the rugs until late this evening which means I'm now sitting at the dining room table again, smelling lord knows what is rotting where and I have to pay for another day on the Rug Dr. Lord knows he ain't gonna pay for it.

I wonder if my job is a problem for other people. I know the schedule is shitty but I suspect that's not nearly as big a problem as what I actually do. We are hated second only to lawyers. People hang up on us, slam doors on us, blame us for everything wrong with the world.

I wonder if my job is what keeps some men away. I have a silly fantasy that RS's boss told him to end things with me because he was afraid some top secret shit would get leaked. I fear that the most recent person to catch my eye feels the same.

Speaking of said person, I seem to be on ignore. I fucking HATE that. Here's my rule of thumb: If I'm not longer interested, or not interested to begin with for that matter, I'll tell you. I don't ignore people, I don't pretend they don't exist, I don't dodge them. So now I'm sitting here wondering what the fuck I did to be put on ignore. My best guess is that I wouldn't put out right away. Obviously this gentleman is not a gentleman if that's the case.

This is why I hate dating. I feel like a person should love me for who I am, all of it -- the crazy rants, the times when I cry for no reason, the days I'm so happy it's like watching a little kid going to Disneyland for the first time, the witty banter, etc. I do the same for my partners. Sure things might annoy me (piss poor grammar for instance) but normally I fall for someone because of their defects. It's what makes them who they are. So why can't a man look at me and think, "I love the way when you're upset you curl up your nose!" or "I love how when you're sloppy drunk you only speak Spanish." Or even, "I love how when you've had the shittiest day you vent to me." Is that too much to ask? I guess so.