So Fucking Pissed

[teague]

I'm so fucking pissed off right now I don't know what to do with myself. I mean a fucking rage almost. I should be asleep. And it's not the usual kind of insomnia. It's this fucking parade of annoyances that have just cascaded together to form this wave of just utter crap that's keeping me from sleep. It's being first put out of my bed for the day because the DVR is in the master bedroom. Fine, I could handle that once the curtains were moved around. I'm tucked in, and dozing off when *it* begins. Vash clawing at the rug outside the door. The door that has to be closed because Vash cannot be allowed into the spare bedroom with her enjoyment of knocking delicate things off of shelves and breaking them. I chase her away from the door, and sprinkle some vaccume powder at the corner in hopes that the strong oder will disuade her. Then the neighbors begin a loud discussion below the window. Then...power tools. Then my skin got into the act by deciding to itch in various places. And finally, I'm too hot. And each thing is happening just spaced apart enough for me to begin to relax. The last fucking straw is Hobo *howling* outside the bedroom because I'm behind a closed door. Jesus Christ. Now I've moved back into the main bedroom. I had to get up enough to move the curtains and bedding. I've taken a pill, but it's god damed *NOON* and now the most desired amount of sleep will leave me with a maximum of 4 hours to do *anything* with Brian and Rachelle. And I'm pretty sure they will have eaten too. They will have gone off to do something possibly fun, like the beach, or something. And I will have missed it. And even angry, I still have to try to go to sleep! My dreams will not be so good. I'm hating life right now.

Please...Just don't post, "HUG" or any variation. This is not a huggly post. OK? Thanks

Comments

[belzarak.livejournal.com]

*Smacks you on the back of the head*

Life sucks. Deal with it.




There, no huggly post from me. I do hope your day gets better, but even if it doesn't you'll have to deal with it.

hrmm, think this is life's way of saying the McGriddle this morning was pushing it a bit too far? :P

-Belz (glad that I'm out of range of the growling this post will cause)

[teague.livejournal.com]

Neh. I've been having McGriddles the past few saturday mornings, except last saturday morning. I'm gonna quit though.

[reecefairy.livejournal.com]

*bangs your head into a wall* go tell the neighbors to FUCK RIGHT ON OFF...trust me it'll make you feel better. *slams own head into wall* there now we can be brain damaged together!

[teague.livejournal.com]

*giggles* I said no hugs, not abuse me! But there is no one I'd rather be brain damaged with than you. And while the venting would be kinda nice for a moment, I'd start feeling guilty at yelling at some genuinely nice people for doing something that people *normally* do during the day.

[reecefairy.livejournal.com]

maybe not yell...maybe just splain that you're working 3rd/2nd and need sleep during the day?

we can ride the short bus together!

[mieliefish.livejournal.com]

Usually when people say no *hugs* they actually need it the most ...
okay I won't give huggles although a good hug or two is good but I would say this , whoever pissed you off like this, tell them to "fuckoff and die and to go out with the same buffalo they ride in with"
best of luck and do hope you feel better by now...

and a nice before piccie of you ... it makes your boobies look nice

hope that will bring a nice smile to your face!

[teague.livejournal.com]

Yes, the compliments of the boobies usually does sooth. I'm just one of those people who don't like being touched, or worse, feeling restrained when angry. And while I am perfectly fine now, the post is about me angry. I just didn't want to revisit the feeling, then feel annoyed by what would majorly annoy me in real life. That probably makes no sense, but that's me.

[wickedshadow.livejournal.com]

Grasshopper, take two benadryl and say nite nite.

[teague.livejournal.com]

I did, but you know how it is. Better to yell at your journal abit than to seethe in bed, getting madder. Ultimately I was fine when I woke up.