I think in my old age I'm starting to lack even more patience than I did before.
It's weds.
there are people here.
just like every weds.
I want to tell them to go home. They are bothering me.
I'm having roomate issues again.
not her. him. he's got to be the most inconsiderate self centered person I know at the moment. Naw I take that back I know some pretty messed up people. Half the time I just want to pop him in the nose. not that I would, but wouldn't that just give him a wake up call. He thinks he's so cool, he's such a joke. if it wasn't so damn annoying I would find it sad.
it gives me a nice picture of what I don't want to be in ten years that I can tell you. practically a blue print of how not to be. strict orders that if for some reason I manage to turn out that way I should be shot. Just put me out of everyone's misery.
how she puts up with him is beyond me. because to even look at him these days for me is a chore.
hell everything is a chore for me these days, what am I talking about?