I don’t hate very often but I hate this week. I feel very out of control and not accepted.
I hate that the other director at my company meetings I have been going to once a month since October can’t remember my fucking name. It’s rude.
I hate when people speak to me as if I don’t understand when it is crystal fucking clear and I have said ‘Yes, yes, I get it!’
I hate when people are over dramatic about a situation that didn’t even happen ‘I would have been HORRIBLY EMBARASSED if you would have done that!’ with a condescending attitude. First of all I am not an idiot and knew it would have been inappropriate and second of all I’M NOT AN IDIOT!
I hate when people say they are going to call to discuss business issues and then just don’t even call or email or anything. Really? You said you would call TOMORROW.
Maybe I shouldn’t be so demanding. Oh bologna, I am not demanding. Suck it world.
Is this what we do when we get older? Sleep sitting up in the waiting room of the doctors office? I can’t wait to be old! Oh wait, yes I can.
I often feel very disappointed at home because nothing is where it should be or even where it most likely would be. It’s never easily accessible and this makes me want to do nothing around here. Im not lazy. I just hate to be hassled to find a fucking paper clip because the box is in some hidden location. This is stupid and makes me very unmotivated to do anything around here.
These are things that I do not put away.
I love you. I miss you. You will always be Evil to me even though he named you Zoe. 1/1/96 (although you came into my life 07/07)-10/11/2010. Because you were so important to him it hurts me even more that you are gone.
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