Oh, she’s already been cut. Granted, I shouldn’t have let her little idiosyncrasies slide, but they were just that: little. This was the final straw for sure. You’re right, though.
And while I definitely see your point about him blaming me for something someone else did (and I have thought of it that way), really. . . I dunno, if I were in his shoes, I’d be weirded out too. Here’s a girl you barely know, just met, and all of a sudden the drama llama is hurling itself into your life. I’ve cut guys out for similar things, fair or not. And no: he’s actually a tall, dark haired, brown eyed, French ex model. Sigh.
She found his profile on a mutual interest website. I had showed her his picture on my phone, as well as mentioned that he was on that site, too. She figured it out from there.
On reflection: I shouldn’t have told her anything, but I guess I foolishly didn’t think she’d go that far. I know: you’re probably thinking I’m crazy because she has fucked the last three guys I’ve slept with, but she had my permission there (though I did find it odd that she even wanted to). Like I said, not a jealous person in that regard, it was just odd that the minute I hooked up with a guy, she was on it. In this case, though, I was explicit that THIS was different, not a hook up, and so she needed to back off.
Looking up at the major rants, quietly offers up my mini of mini’s. I was at a charity run on Saturday and one of my friends pulled up in front of me playing the Underdog theme song. Mindworm happened and it won’t go away. Not only do I have a mindworm, it includes my friend revving the engine at certain parts.
Ferret Herder, I’ll help you worry about your husband. That shouldn’t have happened, and I hope that the buttheads who changed things see all the overtime they are paying and figure things out fast. Of course they won’t care about what they are doing to their employees, but the money does matter.
Ouch. Two banged up knees, sprained toe, sprained thumb and a chuck of flesh missing from my palm. Thanks lady, for running the god damn stop sign and making me lock up my bicycle brakes and flipping over the handlebars. Fuck, I should have called the cops. Couldn’t tell if you were talking on your cell phone or what. In any case you are an idiot. I’m really hoping that there are no major problems because I only have catastrophic health care coverage. I should have learned my lesson the last time that asshole hit me on my bike and I didn’t call the cops and then he didn’t even pay for damages to my bicycle.
Dear Local Person featured in banner ads who has discovered an amazing cure-all for $5: your dermatologist, dentist and rheumatologist all hate you, because you are a stupid asshole.
Cat, I love you dearly. You were our first fur-baby and I never actually regret pulling you through the window off of our roof that freezing January night. But you really tempt me sometimes.
Now, I know it was my fault that I left my knitting project on the dining room table when I went to bed instead of putting it in my bag. But was it absolutely necessary for you to decide it was a wonderful new toy and wrap the yarn around the legs of the dining room table and chairs multiple times? Then you, in your usually hilarious way, managed to get a loop of it around your paw, causing you to go into panic mode and run upstairs with an evergrowing tail of yarn pulling from the skein in your wake.
My partner woke up at 4AM with a neuropathy attack, flipped on the light for the stairs, and saw the yarn on the steps. He followed the yarn downstairs, where he patiently untangled it from the table and chairs. Then he followed it back upstairs, where he managed to extricate the cat’s paw from the loop, with much hissing and snapping on her part. Then he bunched it all up and shoved it in my bag I take back and forth to work. Then he took great delight in telling me what happened when I woke up this morning. Because it was really my fault for leaving it on the table.
I spent a good part of this morning between calls trying to untangle the mess of yarn ($10/skein pure wool). I had to cut it three times and still had to throw away about 10 yards of it that were actually tied in knots that I couldn’t get out without cutting it entirely into 1" lengths (and I’m in no mood for a Python skit reenactment this morning, so no…). Lesson learned. I’m still going to glare at the cat for a week…
Thankfully, I’d secured the ends of the project itself by pulling the yarn onto the cable only and anchoring the needles in the stitches, so all of the tangled yarn came from the unused part of the skein rather than anything I’d already knitted up.
There was a signal problem on the subway this morning resulting in the morning commute looking more like a natural disaster than the typical commute but this morning’s rant is not directed towards our transit system.
No, it’s to you Annoying Bitch. It was awful, I know but it was awful for all of us. You abusing a woman half your size because she couldn’t or wouldn’t push people further into the train was way out of line. The glare I got when I pointed out that none of us on the train were responsible for the delay and perhaps verbally abusing us was less than productive wasn’t really welcome but at least it diverted your attention. Thankfully I am much closer to your size and much less shy than your original target.
Terribly sorry that I stepped on your foot while exiting. Although I enjoyed it, it really was an accident on my part. Perhaps not on the part of the person who shoved me into you but hey, I’m reasonably certain that you probably yelled at them for something that wasn’t their fault too.
However I would like to say, people who choose to stand at the doors when not exiting at the next stop deserve everything they get from people both exiting and entering the train. The doors are narrow, just barely 2 people wide, what did you THINK would happen if you blocked half of that space?
Heh heh heh - I used to knit quite a bit, and I recall having a cat hanging off the end of my knitting needles, trying to chaw on the end because it was moving.
Day Four - Starting to feel vaguely human again. This is the danger zone for me - as soon as I start to feel normal again, I want to go from Sick to Healthy in zero days - if I physically can do stuff again, I want to start doing everything at once. I’m finally starting to get smart and taking a couple more days to recuperate instead of pushing things.
I live in a neighbourhood of mixed rentals and home-owner occupied properties, and I get so tired of the rentals - yes, I understand if you don’t live there, it’s easy to forget that you still have to look after your property, but damn! No sidewalk clearing in winter, no yard mowing and weed control in summer - these things are all covered by bylaws in Calgary. You don’t get to ignore them just because you don’t live on the property, and I think I’ll have to make it my business to be the Complaining Neighbour who complains and complains and complains until the landlords get tired of dealing with the city and start doing their jobs as homeowners.
You gave me cash, and I gave you my PS3. Our transaction in no way included free tech support, so stop fucking calling me! It’s not my fault you’re too stupid to figure out a video game console. Jesus, I thought teenagers were supposed to be smart about this stuff.
I want a job. I am sick of not working. I am damn good at what I do, and if you want someone with a different skill set, which it is obvious from my resume I don’t have, why waste me time with a six hour interview?
And homeless guy - I am sorry you don’t have a house or place to live. It sucks for you, honestly. But I don’t want you sleeping in my back yard as it kind of freaks me out when I walk outside to mow the lawn.
Are you in the GTA? That describes my commute this morning perfectly. 45 minutes standing on the platform before I could squeeze my way onto a train, which then had no air conditioning.
I’m about thisclose to finishing my phd. But, I can’t bring myself to finish writing the damn dissertation. I love thinking about my field, I enjoy reading other people’s work, and I really, honestly enjoy doing the actual research. However, I hate writing. I hate the academic format. I hate the idea that I am expected to publish this work. I hate the idea that even if I can avoid my advisor’s increasingly adamant suggestions about submitting my work to journals, the stupid thing will be available online and someone might someday read it. So there we have it. I’ve spent most of the past 8 years trying my best to become an academic and I’m absolutely anxiety-ridden that someday someone might try to read something I’ve written. I’m a mess, no? And since I don’t want to publish, I’ll never get to actually be an academic, which makes this dissertation-completion thing even harder. Bah.
I loathe horror movies that are disgusting just for the sake of being disgusting. But this is unusually so, and I can’t get the fucking mental image of it out of my mind! I thought about it as I choked down lunch (I wasn’t hungry anymore but haven’t eating since last night), and I can’t stop thinking about it here at work. It’s making getting my work done very difficult. Why the hell did I look at that? And why are these movies entertaining? I don’t get it.
Will never get hired for an academic job because - guess what - I haven’t published. So yeah, I need to figure out what sort of work I’m actually going to do.
Yes, it was necessary. The Cat Gods will revoke your kitty cred card if you don’t take any available yarn in the vicinity and tie every item of furniture in the house together.
My sister has three [del]little bastards[/del] lovable kittehs and one night they managed to get into her knitting bag and leave a trail through 5 rooms on 2 floors, plus the stairs. Of course it was self-patterning sock yarn so she had to rewind it the hard way or else it would mess up the pattern.
My [del]satanic hellcat[/del] beloved feline companion’s interest in my yarn is inversely proportional to its cost. $3.29 Red Heart acrylic goes ignored. $15 a spool laceweight bamboo thread is both edible and suitable for making into a bird’s nest type structure.
That’s the transit system. Personally I think there was no signal issue and this was managements way of getting us to swallow a fare increase by showing us what it would be like if they cut service.
At least when they do it to us on the GO Train, we’re above ground. But we get the same excuse: signal issues. Someone needs to replace those fucking signals!
