Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Stabby Stabby Stabby - Keep the Shivs Away From Me

Do you ever have one of those days when you want to severely maim someone, let the dogs run out the front door, and burn the house down?  Yeah?  Well, I'm having one of those days.  And in Odum's words, "I'm over it!"  Actually, I'm more than over it.  And that would be because I've been feeling like this for a few weeks now.  I'm 100%  totally and completely overwhelmed with everything and all I want to do is scream and sleep.  Not necessarily in that order.  Sometimes concurrently, though. 

You know how when everything everyone says or does just gets under your skin?  If someone looks at you across the wrong wavelength, sideways, or just toward your general direction, it sends you into orbit and it takes everything from the depths of your soul not to run up and over the table you're sitting at to shank them?  Or maybe how you ask the person you live with (whether that be a family member, a spouse, a child, or some random homeless guy from the corner) to do one little thing to help you out, and it either takes that person 34 days to complete the aforementioned task, or they just don't feel like doing it, and don't?

So then, because you've so royally had it with EVERYTHING that you finally give in and do the thing you asked your housemate to do 47 days ago because you're sick of living in filth, and then feel even more angry/pissed off/hurt/stabby that you gave in and did the thing you SWORE YOU WOULD NOT DO simply on principle?!  And now... he's won, but you don't want to admit defeat... although, you've gone through and emptied and loaded two cycles of the dishwasher, so technically I AM AHEAD because the dishes are all caught up on... so yeah.  What the fuck ever.  I win.  Suck it.

And then... you know how when you fall so unbeliveably head-over-heels in love with the love of your life and he happens to live 500 miles away in Denver and you try to make as many trips out there as possible to see him because you want to see each other as much as humanly possibly given you live in different states and you're so crazy in love {big deep breath} and then he realizes that the only place he can find work is in Texas, so he packs up and moves down there to work and make a shitload of money for the next two years?  Yeah.  All I have to say, is he better end up making so much GD Effing money that I'm blinded by it and forget about the fact that he's going to be that much further away from me and that much more difficult to get to and forget that I miss him as much as I do.  Seriously, I miss him like it's nobody's business and I want to be as physically close as possible to him at all times although I realize that's probably not conducive to him making shitloads of money. Or myself, for that matter.  (Disclaimer: Money is not everything, but money definitely has the ability to make life a hell of a lot easier than not having money!)  In any case, I miss him terribly and want him in my bed to snuggle with me.  I miss him I miss him I miss him!  It's not fair that he had to move further away, not closer to me.  The world is working against me!!!

I took this picture of my Dad snuggling with his new little buddy on the couch last night.  (That's Milli... she had her ears clipped last week and is sporting the latest in puppy fashion, The Fez.  Try not to be jealous... it's a one-of-a-kind bitches!)  He told me not to take it and absolutely not to put it online, and because I'm feeling incredibly defiant at the moment, I'm posting it... for a few reasons: 1) The puppy is cute, and it's kind of a cute picture, 2) My dad looks pissed, 3) My dad and the puppy are snuggling even though he won't admit it, or that he kind of likes her, and 4) The look on his face basically illustrates the look I've had on my face all day... and will probably continue to sport for the rest of the week.  

Alright, it's past midnight, past the time limit I set for myself, and therefore, I must retire to my comfy bed.  As with BigMamaCass, I'm going to try to return to blogging more regularly.  Maybe we can keep eachother on track?  We'll see.  See y'all tomorrow!

4 comments:

Big Mama Cass said...

Deep breaths baby. Deeeeeep breaths. And hide the knives. :)

David and Carmen said...

I've been known to resort to using plastic silverware and paper plates because my housemate aka my husband would rather play Wii, Playstation, Xbox, role playing games, etc. than wash the dishes despite my pleas of "ok, so I do ALL the housework and you can't even do the dishes?" And I believe the plastic silverware/paper place incident was when I was traveling EVERY WEEK!

I've been keeping you in my thoughts...I know this separation is not easy!!!! I will not say, "it will be worth it in the end" because I will punch the next person that says it to me...so I'll just tell you to count to Wednesday. 1 day until Wednesday. Then it's Thursday which means it is almost Friday. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday are the weekends...and everyone has fun on weekends. On Sunday, there are only 2 more days until Wednesday! yay! It's almost the weekend...sounds strange but I did that when I dated someone that was in the Army. Usually did that the weeks that he went on missions and didn't have access to a phone....

Anonymous said...

Deep breaths and no stabbing. Or if you want to stab people, I am making a list. Come here and do it. Everyone is pissing me off too.....I wish I could sleep it off but I am having sleeping problems.

We all need a vacation. TOGETHER! :) Vegas baby.

Anonymous said...

Damn, woman.

We've all been there, when everything seems fine and then everything you touch turns to shit and nothing ever looks like it will come out in your favor again.

Hang in there. You are loved.