once again........i do not want to do my laundry.
i also do not want to talk about work anymore. good lord........getting so aggravating.
and not really for me personally, more for dave. which sucks. and is an all-consuming aspect of everything. and is an all-consuming topic of conversation. especially today.
aargh.
i think we spent my entire lunch break today (which was a long one...an hour and a half) talking about the current situation upper management is about to lay down on all the poor worthless saps of the Company. then i went into his department later in the afternoon to bring work and was tossed into another discussion on the same topic. then the entire car ride home was spent on the same damned topic. my supervisor is driving me insane. the Company is driving me insane. and yet.....i still kinda like my job. meh.....
when we got home tonite (on his lunch break, after i got off work), his mood suddenly shifted from angry-bitter-pessimistic-work-mode to... i dunno... scared, unsure, in-need-of-comfort mode. it was one of the strangest things. i sat down on the couch (well....more like plopped), and he curled up next to me, with his head on my shoulder, holding onto my hands. and started asking me if i felt like i was missing out on things. things being the dating frivolously casual sex party party party shite that people of my general age group are known for.
i said no. because i don't feel that way at all.
he started asking me if i was going to get tired of him and want someone else later down the road.
i said no. because i've never been more sure of anything in my entire life.
he started asking me if i might start thinking later that he's not enough for me.
i said no. because he's more than enough for me and i don't want anyone else...evarrr.
just questions like that. then he looks right into my eyes and starts literally....pouring his guts out. about how "this" (aka us) is the most important thing in the world to him...how he's never felt this comfortable and able to be himself with someone...etc, etc, etc...just.....good things. very good things. sweet things.
*busts into sandoz*
ahem...
...but yeah. that was........nice...
in other news, the band's gonna be on ball state's radio this sunday nite. woooooo yeah. and hey kids, it's webcast too so you have no excuse not to listen. heheheh. listen to tamara, jimmy and i making asses of ourselves and attempting to play acoustic...something we haven't done in aaaaaaages, i say. the badman and i are supposed to be getting together tonite possibly, to go over some of the songs we did last nite all uhcoostick-like. i dunno if he's gonna be up for it. he's not been in the best of spirits.
*shoots the sortofgirlfriend who's being a jerk*
but instead i'm sitting here with a friggin towel on my head waiting for my friggin hair to dry and procrastinating in packing up a load (um, yes...load) of clothing articles to wash at zee laundromat. the laundromat of dooooooom. curse thee, laundromat. curse thee, apartment complex. curse thee, Guy Upstairs.
did i mention that GuyUpstairs called the cops on me again last week? lord, was dave angry about that one. the way i see it, if i have to listen to GuyUpstairs have sex, talk on the phone, yell at his dog, walk across his floor, open doors and cabinets, and yes even piss......then he can listen to some goddamned fucking 0peth.
but apparently we're to settle all this at a meeting with the people from the apartment office on saturday.
at 9:30.
..........a.m.
hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.....
needless to say with dave's current temperament it will take loads and loads of me-calming to keep him from going over the table and beating the living fuck out of this guy. i'm not looking forward to it. because whereas i am relatively level-headed (i know, i know, i bitch and rant...but when it comes to actual confrontation......i can keep my calm and act in kindof adult fashion...really!).....dave loses his temper in two seconds flat. and starts yelling and cussing and threatening. leaving me sitting there like oh god.....please stop. we've talked about this. how we can't go over there and start yelling and making a scene. and i think he's determined to do so. in which case i've already decided that i'll be the one telling him to get his ass back to the apartment so i can deal with it myself.
that won't make him happy.
but if that's what has to happen to keep this whole thing civil.....then sobeeit.
there are plenty of ways to be shitty without having to raise your voice. or even having to speak. i am well trained in these approaches. so we'll just see what happens.
goddamn, still don't wanna do laundry......it's cold outside and i just don't wanna. so nyaa. but i fear my current lack of clean underwear and socks shall force me out into the cold nite air and to the aforementioned laundromat of doom.
....meh!!
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"when you can't decide what's on your mind, it's clear / i'm here, starla dear..."
