Don't You Want Me?
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Nothing's working this morning, and that includes me. I have another day off, and I'm bored, bored, bored. But I guess everybody else is doing their own thing, so there's not much new to read or comment on. My gmail is down, so I can't get to that certain project that I'm sporadically working on, and Joeuser is being a bitch to me. There's some kind of glitch happening, but because my Myspace is fucking up too, I've got that sad feeling that all is caused by this computer that I'm using, not 3 independent companies.
I hate it when people can't just get the balls to spit it out. Every bloody time my sister is pissed off at me, the password gets changed. And though I told her this morning on her way to work, that I'd wait for the contractor to come in to fix the sink in her apartment, she wasn't even going to give it up until I mentioned the fact that she needed someone to be in the house until then. She gave me the password of course, and while I could have guessed it immediately, she threw me off with the addition of a random apostrophe. Sneaky.
That's what I hate about quiet people. They keep everything all bottled up, and do insane things like spike your drink, read your diary, or pee in your apple juice when they're upset. Me? You'd know if I was upset just by the glint in my eye. Or the by the increasingly loud volume as I told you all about it. Though, that's what she hates about loud people, I guess. Nothing's private when I'm venting my frustrations.
I need to go for a walk, or a run, or do something to wear off this excess energy and madness. I hate to say it, but I'm pissed off enough to want to wash the kitchen floor, now.
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I hate it when people can't just get the balls to spit it out. Every bloody time my sister is pissed off at me, the password gets changed. And though I told her this morning on her way to work, that I'd wait for the contractor to come in to fix the sink in her apartment, she wasn't even going to give it up until I mentioned the fact that she needed someone to be in the house until then. She gave me the password of course, and while I could have guessed it immediately, she threw me off with the addition of a random apostrophe. Sneaky.
That's what I hate about quiet people. They keep everything all bottled up, and do insane things like spike your drink, read your diary, or pee in your apple juice when they're upset. Me? You'd know if I was upset just by the glint in my eye. Or the by the increasingly loud volume as I told you all about it. Though, that's what she hates about loud people, I guess. Nothing's private when I'm venting my frustrations.
I need to go for a walk, or a run, or do something to wear off this excess energy and madness. I hate to say it, but I'm pissed off enough to want to wash the kitchen floor, now.
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! I understand though, the silent or quiet but deadly type!