Tuesday.
Listening to SOMA FM. Entertainment through pain.
I need to vent and rant. I'm agitated and need to get this off my mind so I can function at work today. I've had female trouble again. Filing under misogyny.
Ran just under 10 miles this morning from home to work as my commute. Will run home this evening when I'm through with work.
I invited my gf to a jazz piano concert at work today. The performance was 1 hour long. GF arrived late. She fidgeted with her backpack and made noise with her cell phone during several pieces before she finally got quiet. It was irritating. Then she complained and got bitchy because I had to get back to work and didnt' have time to have lunch with her. I never promised her lunch. For lunch, I usually have 1 cup of soup. On a busy day, I gulp it down in 5 minutes, as fast as I can considering how fscking hot it is, then I have to GTFO (GET THE FSCK OUT RIGHT NOW!!!!) of the cafeteria and get back to work. This dining-hall style of eating isn't sometning I can do with someone around. It's something I do when I'm pressured for time and therefoer prefer to eat alone and not have to hear about somebody's motherfscking problems. Anyway, no matter how I eat, whetehr I gulp down my food like an undergrad at the dining hall or eat very carefully and neatly, she complains. Then she wants to sit there and waste another hour telling me about her problems and complaining about me and ignores the fact that I've got to get out and work. If I dont', I won't have a job, just like her. Then when I get hoem, she complains and bitches that I was at work for 12 hours. Presently, I have a difficult and time consuming project and need that much time to make any progress. If I don't put that much into it some days, I will get fired and be jobless, just like my gf.
I mentioned in an earlier blog post that I've noticed that some of my clothes have started disappearing. Shirts, socks, underwear, pants. I think my gf is throwing them away. I usually don't leave clothes laying around in and lose them. Also, the GF has recently been complaining about the way I dress, and I can't find some of the clothes she complained about. For example, my "Hook Ups" T-shirt with a graphic of a Japanese-Animation style "naughty nurse" handing out pills has disappeared. Also, my Hooters (the 1980s new-wave rock band whose shtick was an instrument called a "Hooter" based onthe sound it made, not the restaurant one can find off many freeway interchagnes in the US) is gone. My GF says those shirts are offensive to women. So have a pair of blue jeans that have holes worn in them. And many socks, the ones with a tiny, un-noticeable hole in the toe or heel.
So, the other day, when I was looking for a duffle bag in the closet. I needed something -- I was planning to go to the 2010 Retro Gaming Expo and thoguth I might buy enogh things there that I would need a large bag to carry them home (on my bike). In the back of the closet, I noticed a big black garbage bag stuffed full with something. I hadn't noticed it before, so I wondered what was in it. I untied the orange plastic band that held it shut, opened it, and found most of my missing clothes. This is what she's been doing with them, except for the ones that I caught her throwing in the trash. Maybe she was planning to donate them to GoodWill or haul them to a dumpster where I wouldn't find them. There were much more than I had thougt were gone.
This is yet another behavior that rubs me the wrong way. I'm beginning to miss being single and having the occasional (bitching-free) hookup with a single girl or prostitute or even having a masty in the shower to relieve certain tensions. Much less stressful than dealing with the female problems that I'm now having.
Listening to SOMA FM. Entertainment through pain.
I need to vent and rant. I'm agitated and need to get this off my mind so I can function at work today. I've had female trouble again. Filing under misogyny.
Ran just under 10 miles this morning from home to work as my commute. Will run home this evening when I'm through with work.
I invited my gf to a jazz piano concert at work today. The performance was 1 hour long. GF arrived late. She fidgeted with her backpack and made noise with her cell phone during several pieces before she finally got quiet. It was irritating. Then she complained and got bitchy because I had to get back to work and didnt' have time to have lunch with her. I never promised her lunch. For lunch, I usually have 1 cup of soup. On a busy day, I gulp it down in 5 minutes, as fast as I can considering how fscking hot it is, then I have to GTFO (GET THE FSCK OUT RIGHT NOW!!!!) of the cafeteria and get back to work. This dining-hall style of eating isn't sometning I can do with someone around. It's something I do when I'm pressured for time and therefoer prefer to eat alone and not have to hear about somebody's motherfscking problems. Anyway, no matter how I eat, whetehr I gulp down my food like an undergrad at the dining hall or eat very carefully and neatly, she complains. Then she wants to sit there and waste another hour telling me about her problems and complaining about me and ignores the fact that I've got to get out and work. If I dont', I won't have a job, just like her. Then when I get hoem, she complains and bitches that I was at work for 12 hours. Presently, I have a difficult and time consuming project and need that much time to make any progress. If I don't put that much into it some days, I will get fired and be jobless, just like my gf.
I mentioned in an earlier blog post that I've noticed that some of my clothes have started disappearing. Shirts, socks, underwear, pants. I think my gf is throwing them away. I usually don't leave clothes laying around in and lose them. Also, the GF has recently been complaining about the way I dress, and I can't find some of the clothes she complained about. For example, my "Hook Ups" T-shirt with a graphic of a Japanese-Animation style "naughty nurse" handing out pills has disappeared. Also, my Hooters (the 1980s new-wave rock band whose shtick was an instrument called a "Hooter" based onthe sound it made, not the restaurant one can find off many freeway interchagnes in the US) is gone. My GF says those shirts are offensive to women. So have a pair of blue jeans that have holes worn in them. And many socks, the ones with a tiny, un-noticeable hole in the toe or heel.
So, the other day, when I was looking for a duffle bag in the closet. I needed something -- I was planning to go to the 2010 Retro Gaming Expo and thoguth I might buy enogh things there that I would need a large bag to carry them home (on my bike). In the back of the closet, I noticed a big black garbage bag stuffed full with something. I hadn't noticed it before, so I wondered what was in it. I untied the orange plastic band that held it shut, opened it, and found most of my missing clothes. This is what she's been doing with them, except for the ones that I caught her throwing in the trash. Maybe she was planning to donate them to GoodWill or haul them to a dumpster where I wouldn't find them. There were much more than I had thougt were gone.
This is yet another behavior that rubs me the wrong way. I'm beginning to miss being single and having the occasional (bitching-free) hookup with a single girl or prostitute or even having a masty in the shower to relieve certain tensions. Much less stressful than dealing with the female problems that I'm now having.
