Our home alarm system went off at 1:30 this morning. "A malfunction" the security people tell us.
Swell. first time I've actually fallen asleep before 11 in months and the stupid alarm has me running down the stairs in my underwear, katana in hand ready to deal out justice, and it's the fucking alarm having a "boo boo".
This fucking happens again, they're pulling the fucking thing out and I'm buying a Rottweiler.
I shall name him "Beyonc".
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It's snowing heavily, there's a queue of idiotic help requests in my inbox -- I should write a form email that reads "check the 'Help Topics" under (insert query tem here), and I'm in one hell of a bad mood.
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Tell me something nice, something sweet, something good in your life that gives you a happy.
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Song of the moment: "Lex Talionis" - Rotting Christ
Swell. first time I've actually fallen asleep before 11 in months and the stupid alarm has me running down the stairs in my underwear, katana in hand ready to deal out justice, and it's the fucking alarm having a "boo boo".
This fucking happens again, they're pulling the fucking thing out and I'm buying a Rottweiler.
I shall name him "Beyonc".
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It's snowing heavily, there's a queue of idiotic help requests in my inbox -- I should write a form email that reads "check the 'Help Topics" under (insert query tem here), and I'm in one hell of a bad mood.
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Tell me something nice, something sweet, something good in your life that gives you a happy.
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Song of the moment: "Lex Talionis" - Rotting Christ
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It's snowing there? Fuck. I wish I was there. It was eighty-seven here yesterday and today is supposed to be hotter. I hate the heat. I want snow, dammit.
The Italian Girl sent me a voicemail where she did her Vanilla Ice impression of his reason why the bass line in "Ice Ice Baby" wasn't the same as in "Under Pressure." Always makes me smile.
I understand about the marriage thing. My brother has said pretty much the same sentiments that you have.
Emotional entropy, eh? Something I'll have to give some thought to. The post was made in a fit of anger after having had the usual Mother's Day, which consists of me being sardonic and my mother crying (honestly, we have a great relationship 364 days out of the year; Mother's Day, for reasons that perhaps are best left unexplored, is the one day when we really shouldn't be around each other), and me reflecting upon all of the other times I've had to compromise because of weaker people. Hmm. That really makes me sound like a bastard.