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Putting the damage on
Jan. 18th, 2005 01:48 pmMom and dad are having another row downstairs. The man REALLY needs to go back to work. When he does nothing and he's working, he's only home doing nothing for, like, 5 hours out of the day. Now he stays in his robe all day, it seems, and just is a useless sack of human. I cannot cannot cannot stand this man. He called mom while we were on the way to the mall yesterday night and told her someone peed all over the toilet seat. Re-read that sentence for me, will you? The FUCK is my mother supposed to do about that while she's in the car on the way to Roosevelt Field? The fuck is ANYONE supposed to do about that? He just likes to run his mouth for no real reason, and he talks to my mother the same way he talks to us, his children. Which rankles the hell out of me. He talks to everyone like he's more intelligent than them (*snort*), but at least show your wife some respect, you know? Knowing there are men out there like my father, men that want to be waited on, men that feel superior to their supposed "life partner", it makes me afraid to enter relationships. The man will see something is wrong, and instead of trying to correct said problem he'll rant and rave about it and blame everyone else.
I'm moving on from that now. Because I'll sit here typing all day.
Yesterday - first tax day. I did a return. Rather simple one, but it took me 45 minutes because I had to wait for the senior tax person (the incompetent person) to clarify some little detail about NYS and pension exemptions. The guy whose taxes I was working on was extremely patient, and I was grateful for that. Very much so. Helped my nerves.
I was frustrated by a number of things yesterday. At one point I started crying. I think it was a combination of nerves and my menstrual cycle. Or just nerves.
I'm back at Ballys thanks to the two month free trial from the Body Challenge. Bastards tried to kick me in the self esteem and guilt me into joining them. Ha ha, joke's on them - I have NO self-esteem [left]. I felt like pulling out my Almond Joy bar and eating it in that pushy woman's face. Didn't, though.
I'm addicted to Starbuck's new drink, Chantico. It's basically a heart attack in a little cup. Like they took a chocolate bar, melted it, and put it in a cup. Sinfully delicious.
( A meme about me )
I'm moving on from that now. Because I'll sit here typing all day.
Yesterday - first tax day. I did a return. Rather simple one, but it took me 45 minutes because I had to wait for the senior tax person (the incompetent person) to clarify some little detail about NYS and pension exemptions. The guy whose taxes I was working on was extremely patient, and I was grateful for that. Very much so. Helped my nerves.
I was frustrated by a number of things yesterday. At one point I started crying. I think it was a combination of nerves and my menstrual cycle. Or just nerves.
I'm back at Ballys thanks to the two month free trial from the Body Challenge. Bastards tried to kick me in the self esteem and guilt me into joining them. Ha ha, joke's on them - I have NO self-esteem [left]. I felt like pulling out my Almond Joy bar and eating it in that pushy woman's face. Didn't, though.
I'm addicted to Starbuck's new drink, Chantico. It's basically a heart attack in a little cup. Like they took a chocolate bar, melted it, and put it in a cup. Sinfully delicious.
( A meme about me )
