Sunday, July 29, 2012

A beautiful somewhere, a place that I can share

Back to your regularly scheduled program that isn't weird writing.

Let's see. What do I have to say?

... Um... yeeeeeaaaahhh.

I'm getting a little miffed at my roommate. I mean, just a little. I can't remember the last time she did the dishes. She never takes out the garbage. I have the mail key so that's my job. She never cleans... anything. Ever.

I mean, yeah, sure, alright, a lot of the dishes are mine. I get it. I don't expect her to do the dishes all the time. I'll do them. I use them a little more often. Most of her dishes are a few bowls and coffee mugs. That's fine. But, like, dude, at least maybe help out once in awhile. I'm pretty sure the last time she did dishes was April or May. Not kidding.

She's never cleaned anything in the house. Except her coffee pot that was growing mold.

Sometimes she'll take out the bathroom garbage and put it in the kitchen garbage.

That's about where our story ends.

I dunno, dude. I'm tired. I work 8-9-10 hour days. I bust my ass. I'm hot and sweaty and uncomfortable and usually irritated and all I want to do is sit and have a beer. Or some rum. Or vodka. Alcoholic tendencies aside, I just like to rest for a bit. Check the internet. Maybe write a little. Yes, I usually have two to three days off a week. Yes, I could be doing something with that time aside from watching cartoons in my underwear until 4pm. I fully realize that. But... man, just grab the broom and sweep the kitchen once in awhile. It takes 30 seconds.

Gah. I'm being nitpicky.

I think the real problem is that I don't want to wait to move to Madison. I want to go now. Right now. And yes, part of it is because I know I can't co-exist with my Assistant Store Leader and, to an extent, my Store Leader.

Work is a joke.

In other news, that somewhat contradicts what I just said, I think I've reached a point where I'm pretty happy with life. Well, alright. I think I reached that point a few months ago. But it kind of dawned on me last night. I'm not really sad when I go to bed anymore. I don't fall asleep with the TV on because I need to, because I need a distraction anymore. I fall asleep on the couch mostly because of the habit I picked up when I had to separate the boys. It was easier to maintain harmony by falling asleep here than try to recreate it when going to sleep in a nice, comfy bed.

The only real problems in my life are the aforementioned work and, currently, a money issue that will hopefully be resolved soon. Part of that problem is that no one is getting hours at work. But that's what Biolife is for. Also, I have my savings account.

That I want filled up faster. Because I want to move. Fuck.

And it doesn't help because I want a billion tattoos like yesterday. I wonder if I can get my dad to buy them for me for my birthday. But, I WILL need new tires around that time. Dang. Decisions, decisions.

I suppose I do have three issues, because I'm still battling back and fourth about my cats. I almost posted a plea to Facebook today, but then I stopped myself. I guess five years is enough for me to not want to give either of them away. The problem is that I'll easily be shelling out at least 25 bucks a month to keep somewhat of a level of peace in the house. I guess I don't know what to do. I want time to make it better. And time, as always, heals all wounds. But... fuck, man. You know? It sucks. I think another part of the reason I want to move so badly is because I think a new setting will help. It will take away all territory issues that may or may not be happening. (Tristen seems to stick to the front of the house, Jasper in the back. Sometimes they're both in the living room, but it's weird.)

But that's about it. I need to finish writing Truth. I might even get Sammy to edit it. Unless I can find someone else with the time. But, let's be honest, it's hard to edit a story when you've got two boys at your side at all times. Heh.

Aaaaaanyway. I should go to bed.
Hahaha I'm not going to go to bed. I don't work for another eight hours. That's silly.

[boom]

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