And now, for non-panic posting
Sep. 28th, 2003 07:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kudzuvinesI know it's not very nice, but I want to do mean passive-agressive things to my roommate. Obviously that's not a great idea, and I probably won't carry anything out, but... I'm irritated with her, and her stupid friends that come over, and the fact that I don't have any stupid friends that come over, and I hate that she can just HAVE people in my room. MY ROOM MY ROOM BLAARRRGH!
*smiles beatifically*
I already told her that electric blankets have been known to catch on fire... sure, maybe if you leave them on for years and years and they fray, but I left that part out. She told me today that it was supposed to be 32 degrees tomorrow; I wanted to smile at her and ask her, "My, won't that be delightfully refreshing?" She HATES the cold.
Her stupid friend smells like cigarette smoke. I hate fucking cigarette smoke. I hate fucking cigarettes. They're nasty and they smell bad and they're so bad for you and I'm starting to get an allergic reaction and grrrr I just want her silly mindless friend to go the fuck away because the silly little ninny words that come out of their mouths make me want to smack them both. "Ohh, I really want to go back to Mall of America next week if I have time! There was this cuuute shop with a cuuute shirt. Blah blah shallow mindless crap blah."
GOD I'm in a bitchy mood. I feel like a fucking preteen, the way my emotions are all over the map. *grumbles*
I went to work on my 3-D Design project today. That made me feel fulfilled, somewhat. I just want a nice good book to read now, in quiet, alone in my silent comfortable room.
Oh, lovely, my roommate has a fucking shoe obsession. "Oh, I want to get some more shoes next week!"
*bites*
Whine whine whine bitch bitch bitch kvetch kvetch kvetch. I do have friends... they just don't seek me out yet. *sighs* Then again... I was usually the person (excepting certain Misha people, who did it equally) who called people, asking them to do things with me. Maybe I just need too much.
Okay, this is not going to be a pity-party. Back to bitching.
I'm sick of not getting enough sleep. But I can't help but stay up all night; I'm a night person, and the more discontent I feel, the later I stay up. Which then leads to me being more unhappy. Poop.
Well, I was thinking of seeing a movie tonight, but it's too late now. Ah well, I'll just waste my life away on the goddamned computer.
No! No pity party!
Baaaah I think I'll just leave everyone to their lives and stop whining.
*smiles beatifically*
I already told her that electric blankets have been known to catch on fire... sure, maybe if you leave them on for years and years and they fray, but I left that part out. She told me today that it was supposed to be 32 degrees tomorrow; I wanted to smile at her and ask her, "My, won't that be delightfully refreshing?" She HATES the cold.
Her stupid friend smells like cigarette smoke. I hate fucking cigarette smoke. I hate fucking cigarettes. They're nasty and they smell bad and they're so bad for you and I'm starting to get an allergic reaction and grrrr I just want her silly mindless friend to go the fuck away because the silly little ninny words that come out of their mouths make me want to smack them both. "Ohh, I really want to go back to Mall of America next week if I have time! There was this cuuute shop with a cuuute shirt. Blah blah shallow mindless crap blah."
GOD I'm in a bitchy mood. I feel like a fucking preteen, the way my emotions are all over the map. *grumbles*
I went to work on my 3-D Design project today. That made me feel fulfilled, somewhat. I just want a nice good book to read now, in quiet, alone in my silent comfortable room.
Oh, lovely, my roommate has a fucking shoe obsession. "Oh, I want to get some more shoes next week!"
*bites*
Whine whine whine bitch bitch bitch kvetch kvetch kvetch. I do have friends... they just don't seek me out yet. *sighs* Then again... I was usually the person (excepting certain Misha people, who did it equally) who called people, asking them to do things with me. Maybe I just need too much.
Okay, this is not going to be a pity-party. Back to bitching.
I'm sick of not getting enough sleep. But I can't help but stay up all night; I'm a night person, and the more discontent I feel, the later I stay up. Which then leads to me being more unhappy. Poop.
Well, I was thinking of seeing a movie tonight, but it's too late now. Ah well, I'll just waste my life away on the goddamned computer.
No! No pity party!
Baaaah I think I'll just leave everyone to their lives and stop whining.
