Not Even A Week...
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Bowling For Soup
I don't even know what to say, man. This bites the big one. She's pissed off because I didn't tell her my step-dad called yesterday. Okay, normally when she comes home from work at 1:something, she takes a nap at about 3:00, after the second Matlock and One Life To Live. But she didn't do that this time. So when he called, he asked if she was home, because he went somewhere and if she wasn't then he should come home so I could have a ride to work. I said she was home, then he asked if she was asleep, and I said no. Okay? Okay. When I hang up, she asks if that's my job calling me to see if I can come into work, and I said no. That's the whole thing right there. Then, later, she wonders aloud where he is. I said he went to the store. I wasn't 100% sure, but I knew he wouldn't be home. She gets pissed, I forgot that she said that I should have told her that we needed sodas (not really, who needs soda? unless you have sugar problems, but you can get that other places) and toilet paper. And she's been frosty ever since. It's so sad that I try to keep track of the time between mood swings, or whatever she has. Even though I don't like my job, at least I don't have to totally hear her bitch about me being unemployed.

Since I'm already in this mood, I can now bitch about Ashley. Goddamn, what a "friend" she is. Like I said last entry, I just about had all of fucking FedEx Field wishing me a "Happy Birthday", and what do I get from her, when I finally pick up the phone? "Where the fuck have you been? You're always at work. I have to talk about my non-problem problems. Blah, blah, blah, me, me, me, blah, blah, blah, me, blah." Or something of that nature. When she finally shut the hell up, I told her that she was inappropriate, and that she should know about that by saying "fuck you". Then she says it back to me, and I'm like, no it was my birthday, and I don't even get a happy birthday, I get you bitching. WTFEver.

Man, I was so blown this morning. I forgot that she(there's that pronoun again) had Thursdays off. She comes storming in at like 10:15, and she did a little shopping. Today was Joe's last day at DC101. And I missed his goodbye. I'll have to wake up early Saturday morning and hope against hope that they play that on Best of.

Bye Joe!! Best of luck in Denver, and do the Steelers proud by representing God's Team* out there. I'm gonna miss Joe.

*Joe's words, not mine.

Well, there's only one thing that will help with this mood I'm in...

I was SO CLOSE to him. You can tell that he's grown his hair out from this one and the last one.

I'm phasing.