What the hell?

Good morning

Too bad if the music is on too early, i'm up. And considering the fact the living room sits right under my bedroom, you know, when 'some' people stay up until the wee hours of the night 1) blaring music and 2) smoking (which is clearly evident in my room), it's ok that I have the radio on at 10am. Besides I'm out the door for the rest of the day in a few.

whatever.

I'm barely here long enough to generate carbon monoxide, let alone dirt or dirty dishes. Yesterday when I went to leave the house the male was disgruntled b/c he assumed the ONE freaking wine glass in the sink was mine. It apparently "broke because I left it there so long." Well, gee. If you saw glass in the sink, logic would beg to say 'let's not pile heavy shit on it'. Secondly, based on the collection of glassware I have in my room (presently 5 I can see), I have not been leaving anything in the sink. I bought paper plates to avoid the blame game. And the dude is nearly 30 and has never learned to clean up after himself.

All the relationship crap, but no sex.

A statement from the E, which is so true. Mind games are not worth it when I putting moolah in and they're not. Grr. Fine. Turns out the couple had enough of a snit yesterday that F. left the house for quiet time.

Glad I wasn't here. And when I left the message notifying them a guest was coming (to avoid a repeat of the uninvite process), I said "A. is coming over and we're eating burgers."

As in FYI. Not invite in yourself.

I don't mind inviting them, but they've never invited me. And I know they like my friends, I just don't like the continual subsidy of cost. Granted Alison had already volunteered to pikc up the food cost (20-some odd bucks), b/c I bought drinks last time we hung out. Picking up the cost of the beer ($18), butter ($4) because they used my last supply and milk (which is fine), I never heard an inkling of "Hey, we're eating something you provided - let's fork up some cash."

bleh.

ANd no matter what I said, it obvisouly irritated M. the entire night. GROW THE FUCK UP.

Please, this is annoying. It bothers me to be distracdted over stupid things, when I want to be focused on getting a job. Work has been killer as of late, b/c the success of the next few weeks may help sell me a spot. I don' tknow, but I feel the increased responsibility and level of contacts opening. Quickly. As in, Irene you do everything, update when necessary so important dude knows what to say.

Please, please, please, let this work. If not, I've definitely learned alot.

sigh.

off to meet dr. tara (which god help me if i say out loud;), and thne into the office.

happy joy.

posted by irene @ 10/26/2003 10:04:00 AM