Why is my house so fucking cold??!!
I keep thinking of that Michael Frank song "Popsicle Toes"...10 pts for you if you know who Michael Frank is.
So...this is getting on my nerves...friends of mine pounding on my window or door when I'm asleep. I have no blinds. You can see right in, and clearly, I'm a-fucking-sleep. I hate being bothered when I'm sleeping. Unless someone is dead, there is no reason to stand there for 10 minutes pounding on the window. I'm not going to move. I'm not going to be happy to see you. I'm not going to answer the knocks. I'm just going to lie there pissed off until you go the fuck away. I'm just fucking sick of it. It's rude to wake people up. It's rude to show up unexpectedly PERIOD, but if you're going to, you need to accept the fact that I might be sleeping, and I am not to be disturbed. Fuckin holy cow. I'm so ticked -- mainly because it's happened twice this week. I know it was Water Everywhere Walter Everywhere (guy that I dated) one time because I could hear him shouting outside, and because he called and left a message right after he pounded for 10 minutes. The message was about 5 minutes long -- in which time he immitated the sound of a dial tone for a lengthy time, and then said something about being a "computer circuit". Where do I find these guys?! When I left to go to work 20 minutes later, there was a note that said "You're so cool." on my window, and an M-5000 Crackling bomb on my car. Walter....
He used to be worse. When we were dating he used to burst into the apartment and leap on me when I was sleeping. I did get in touch with him a couple weeks ago, because we hadn't hung out in a while since things died down...but I just don't know if it was a good idea. He's the strangest guy I've ever dated -- he's got ADHD like no other, and I MEAN like no other. Among other things I'm sure. He's completely lovable, but it's almost like hanging out with a rambunctious 6 year old boy who has body hair and owns his own house.
Rodney used to do the knocking thing all the time too -- I never dated him -- so that got really annoying -- he got me a cool knife for Christmas, but I still haven't returned his calls. I don't think I can handle Rodney anymore...at least not for a while.
I have no idea who did it last night, but it ticked me off. The thing is, I don't think it was either one of them...because they both usually shout something in addition to knocking -- this time, the fucking knocking went on forever -- in various patterns -- I hate that "tap tap tap tap tap (pause) tap tap!" thing that people do. I mean, there is no fucking secret knock...and if there was, that wouldn't be it. The secret knock is not to knock. To leave me the fuck alone and let me sleep. I went to bed at midnight. I was going to go out, but I changed my mind. I'm sick, and I just wanted to sink into my nest for a good 8 hours. Just 8 wonderful fucking uninterrupted hours. No such luck.
Allen's party is on Saturday -- once again, I get to go hang out with all of my old college buddies who will undoubtedly pick on me for being naked on the internet and make me drink an obscene amount of beer. Andrew, my first boyfriend whom I haven't seen in four years, is still in Colorado I believe...so I don't think there will be a reunion this weekend. Sometime though.
My boss is on a huge Sting/Police kick, which is a huge relief from listening to The fucking Pharcyde. I'm sorry but I happen to think that shit is some of the most boring shit ever created. I would rather listen to TMBG, and I fucking can't stand them either. He seems to think he's the "King of Pain" though -- and looks at me as though it's my fault. Maybe it is...
I keep thinking of that Michael Frank song "Popsicle Toes"...10 pts for you if you know who Michael Frank is.
So...this is getting on my nerves...friends of mine pounding on my window or door when I'm asleep. I have no blinds. You can see right in, and clearly, I'm a-fucking-sleep. I hate being bothered when I'm sleeping. Unless someone is dead, there is no reason to stand there for 10 minutes pounding on the window. I'm not going to move. I'm not going to be happy to see you. I'm not going to answer the knocks. I'm just going to lie there pissed off until you go the fuck away. I'm just fucking sick of it. It's rude to wake people up. It's rude to show up unexpectedly PERIOD, but if you're going to, you need to accept the fact that I might be sleeping, and I am not to be disturbed. Fuckin holy cow. I'm so ticked -- mainly because it's happened twice this week. I know it was Water Everywhere Walter Everywhere (guy that I dated) one time because I could hear him shouting outside, and because he called and left a message right after he pounded for 10 minutes. The message was about 5 minutes long -- in which time he immitated the sound of a dial tone for a lengthy time, and then said something about being a "computer circuit". Where do I find these guys?! When I left to go to work 20 minutes later, there was a note that said "You're so cool." on my window, and an M-5000 Crackling bomb on my car. Walter....
He used to be worse. When we were dating he used to burst into the apartment and leap on me when I was sleeping. I did get in touch with him a couple weeks ago, because we hadn't hung out in a while since things died down...but I just don't know if it was a good idea. He's the strangest guy I've ever dated -- he's got ADHD like no other, and I MEAN like no other. Among other things I'm sure. He's completely lovable, but it's almost like hanging out with a rambunctious 6 year old boy who has body hair and owns his own house.
Rodney used to do the knocking thing all the time too -- I never dated him -- so that got really annoying -- he got me a cool knife for Christmas, but I still haven't returned his calls. I don't think I can handle Rodney anymore...at least not for a while.
I have no idea who did it last night, but it ticked me off. The thing is, I don't think it was either one of them...because they both usually shout something in addition to knocking -- this time, the fucking knocking went on forever -- in various patterns -- I hate that "tap tap tap tap tap (pause) tap tap!" thing that people do. I mean, there is no fucking secret knock...and if there was, that wouldn't be it. The secret knock is not to knock. To leave me the fuck alone and let me sleep. I went to bed at midnight. I was going to go out, but I changed my mind. I'm sick, and I just wanted to sink into my nest for a good 8 hours. Just 8 wonderful fucking uninterrupted hours. No such luck.
Allen's party is on Saturday -- once again, I get to go hang out with all of my old college buddies who will undoubtedly pick on me for being naked on the internet and make me drink an obscene amount of beer. Andrew, my first boyfriend whom I haven't seen in four years, is still in Colorado I believe...so I don't think there will be a reunion this weekend. Sometime though.
My boss is on a huge Sting/Police kick, which is a huge relief from listening to The fucking Pharcyde. I'm sorry but I happen to think that shit is some of the most boring shit ever created. I would rather listen to TMBG, and I fucking can't stand them either. He seems to think he's the "King of Pain" though -- and looks at me as though it's my fault. Maybe it is...
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i had to explain to my friend that anyone that's really my friend (and not just saying that) has my number, and knows full well to call before showing up at my doorstep. and had they done that, my ass would have been awake waiting for them, or they would have keys to my house, or i would have just left the keys out for them...
luckilly he started tryin to kick it to my friend so i didn't have to deal with it... this was after i almost made him cry by telling him exactly why i wanted nothing to do with him.
people suck. i'll come kick people who knock on your door for you...