writing writing writing
Well, the day wasn’t altogether nonproductive. I was able to dye my hair, and I decided to just defrost the chicken in the microwave. Alas, I couldn’t found my dowel so the monkeys didn’t get stuffed, but Eddie found it for me and they’ll get stuffed tonight and tomorrow.
Eddie got out of work early today because they decided not to let them get their overtime. This means that we can sleep in a little instead of getting up at 4am. This is good, since I don’t think I could handle another 3 days of that without becoming a spectacular bitch.
I spent the better part of the afternoon venting in the lesser-known blog I have. I needed to just write, and so I did. I turned the camera to face the ceiling because invariably I’ll sit there and bawl my eyes out while writing. Eddie is upset because he knows it involved him and I won’t give him the address right now. I don’t see why I need to give him the address when everything that I wrote is stuff that we’ve hashed out in the past, not to mention the fact that if I give it to him now both of us will get pissed off and it will completely ruin dinner, which I should go get out of the oven.
Tags: life, life, ranting, venting
January 17th, 2006 at 1:09 pm
hmm sometimes a girl needs her space eh! I love the way men can’t deal with secrets or private issues though
January 17th, 2006 at 1:22 pm
It’s not even a private issue. It’s something we’ve discussed many times in the past, and I just needed to vent about the issue, so it’s really nothing that he’s never heard before.
January 17th, 2006 at 3:35 pm
and I wonder why I don’t get men at all