28 May 2006

I call my cat Fucker.

Occasionally, I get irritable.

And lately, there have been a couple things that are just grating on my nerves, the foremost of them being the Tag Sale. It's Sunday morning. I've been up since 730. I was up yesterday (Saturday) at 730. I spent all morning yesterday hauling heavy shit in the muggy weather while dealing with bugs. And my feet kept getting dewey and covered in crap from the ground. And Cait just sat there eating Pizza. And every time she would finish a piece, she'd get another one so she wouldn't have to help. And this left Stewart, my mother and me doing ALL the damned work. And then when it came time to close up shop yesterday, she disappeared to take a shower and leave. I am doing minimal tag sale work today.

Secondly, which is a recurring theme, is needy and demanding friends. Until recently, I had successfully cut all of those broads (and a couple of dudes) that constantly have overdramatic life crises out of my life. I am disgruntled that, through no fault of my own, I have encountered another one. And I'm stuck with her. I like her. I think she's funny. She has some good stories. But I don't like being bossed around and I especially don't like it when I have to watch it happen to other people.

finally, I don't know if Tara is alive. There is a lot of damage potential in Vegas. But that is not irritating, just worrisome. And could be easily remedied by calling her.



Tonight is Cece's Graduation Party and I'm kind of excited. And my package has still not arrived from Canada.

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