The dude I argued with two days ago is currently sitting 10 feet away from me. Again. We didn't bring up the other day at all, and he's being extra nice to me, but I'd really prefer if he'd go away. I'm trying to work and he keeps trying to make conversation with me. And his wife just called him on the walkie talkie and no matter what she asked him (Should we have steak for dinner? Should we watch those movies we rented tonight?... Etc.) he responded with, "That sounds perfect, Hon." [insert finger down throat and vomit here]. And when they hung up, she said, "OK honey. I love you." And he said, "I love you too, Sweetheart."
I had to bite my tongue and ask him if she knows how he stood in our kitchen a month or so ago bitching about how she's a fucking idiot when it comes to money and complaining because she went out and spent like $8,000 on dressers for the kids' rooms. And saying how she's a hypochondriac and he's fucking sick of all the medical stuff and pains she's always bitching about. But she's "perfect." Uh huh. Sure she is...
For the first time in my life, I'm not talking much. Instead, I'm sitting here typing what I really wish I could say out loud. Bite the tongue, Allison. Bite the tongue...
Thursday, February 22, 2007
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People like that who are all lovey dovey make me nauseous!! Yeah I love dh - most of the time, but you don't hear me making an ass out of myself. Get a grip - it is not cute and don't make the rest of us listen to your crap!!!
Typing instead of talking... I think you're on to something here! Now if I could just strap the keyboard to my hands and somehow carry the computer around with me at all times...
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