meeks

People fucking suck.

I was having a good (if exhausting / dark / wet / gross / early / not enough sleep) day.

then I got home

still ok.....

talked to jstone.....

still good....


then my parents.





crap.








I've moved back in with them for a couple months while I save up for a trip... and i appreciate them letting me.... but only they can manage to turn me from being in such a good mood into bitter BITTER BITTER.




it's a real skill.









see.....they've both been working a bunch lately on their new house (they're architechts and have designed their own house on which construction is supposed to be starting soon) so I've been trying really really hard to be helpfull. Ie....doing dishes, making dinner, getting grocries, doing laundry (not mine), cleaning the house constantly, helping my sister with homework....walking dog.....yada yada

inbetween my job #1, Job #2, and training

which has left me fairly tired



so tonight my parents decide that since there isn't much food in the house for a good dinner they should go out for a nice dinner (I don't care that they didn't invite me).

I was working outside in cold wet rain all day till dark.

Landscaping in the dark with headlights (seriously) isn't that bad.... but I had a long day, and was kind of looking forwards to FOOOD.

(ah yes......food....how i love thee)


so my mom said that if I could wait two hours they would bring me home a sandwhich....

I debated....because the sandwhiches from the place that they were going are AWESOME.....but I was really hungry and could have cooked up something for myself with a little creativity.... I decided to ignore the rumblings and hold out for sandwhich.


they took about 3 hours


I'm starving, but my sandwhich was coming, so I figured it would be rude to make myself something to eat...

finally they get home.

GUESS WHAT?

no sandwhich.

nope.


apparently the restaurant was out or something.

they both have phones....they could have called and asked if I wanted something else (my mom had been waxing poetic about how good the soup was and how I would love it)....or maybe have told me that I could just make dinner...

but no no no

instead they stayed and had drinks and then decided to go out and get a movie....




oh....

and did I mention that during this 9-10 hour muddy landscaping extravaganza that I don't get coffee breaks...and lunch was 5 minutes in my truck inbetween sites?


GRRRRR.


they get home.....all happy.... YAY look! we got a movie!





BUT THERE"S NO FUCKING FOOD!!!!! GRAAAAAAA





me..."I'm not mad I'm just dissapointed."


and hungry.




Fuck it.



I'm going to bed.











disclaimer:

Normally this wouldn't really be a big deal. And I'm probably just bitching for no good reason..... but I'm very sensitive about my food. mmmmmumph. And I'm just a leeetle tired and cranky....so it just feels good to vent.