holliday

It's 9:21pm....

All I really want is for him to go to fucking sleep...as if he hasn't been dozing on the couch on and off for more than an hour or so...

I miss the days when I could have a conversation on my phone without wondering who's going to hear it....

I miss being able to mix up a bowl of my favorite low-fat brownie mix...and eat it while sitting in front of the TV on the first day of my period...watching some stupid scary old movie...

WITHOUT HIS FUCKING RUNNING COMMENTARY....

Snoring on the couch? Not attractive....

Me...not having my bowl of brownie mix...makes for an angry little mis holliday...

I miss not being able to watch the Simpsons on every Sunday...along with other good Sunday night TV...while eating a plate of cream cheese, salsa, and chips...without judgement...without the fucking COMMENTARY about what I'm eating... About anything....

I miss being alone...

I miss being an individual...

I miss having my own life...

The choice to be with people, should I feel like it...
Or alone...when I fucking feel like it...

No negotiating while food shopping...
No negotiating while I'm hungry and want to make dinner...

Why are you laying there...half asleep on couch? Waiting for me to get tired enough to fall asleep too?
Not gonna happen...

The longer you wait for me...the angrier I get...and the less sleepy I feel...
The more whiskey end up drinking....

Oh yeah...just got a 'comment' on how much I was typing...

He doesn't know...it's not a comment in someone elses journal...it's the blog I'm writing right now...

And YEAH...I've got a fucking problem worth commenting on...

Too bad nobody willl..I guess...

Whatever,....goodnight....