I love this and agree wholeheartedly. I'm not American but I still say, 'BOUT TIME. JESUS. WHY IS THIS STILL AND ISSUE? LOVE IS LOVE. MARRY WHO YOU WANT.
And with that, I'm off for a smoke and to wait out the time before the TCA!
I have the urge to blow off steam about random things.
First up on the docket. Facebook.
I really don't like you. It's not your fault. It's the idling friend requests I don't want to deal with. Especially the one from my brother....who I just found I had. Long story. And some cirtian others. It's also, my life has not gone they way I've wanted latley. Things have been rough and I just don't want to have to explain anything to people I haven't talked to in a while. Maybe this all sounds stupid, in fact it probably does. And I know I'm being ridiculous. I've just been dealing with so much shit latley that I don't want to deal with this rn.
Second on the docket. "His name might be Brad."
This is a collective rant about my house and it's contents.I like my house. My roomie is pretty cool. However... very flakey and scatterbrianed. I don't care if you're renting the extra room out. Fine w/e. But when you can't even be sure of the dude's name....um...get it together. I live here to. I need to know that the person movin in is up to par and decent. "His name might be Brad." is not cunning it. But I digress.
Also, on the topic of I live here too, I don't care if your friends are over. BUT NOT IF THEY SHOW UP AT 3 AM!!!!!!!!!!! NO GTFO. On a Friday or Saturday I don't give a fuck. But during the week, fuck off.
AND. I came home on sunday after being at my mother's over easter. I got pnemonia. When I got back I was as sick as a dog. My roomate has a dinner party. A DINNER PARTY? REALLY? I'm higly contagious, look and sound like utter crap.
Hope you all got infected.
Third on the docket. 10 days does not equal two weeks.
I just moved to where I am and haven't been working very long. The past week I have had Pnemonia. More fun than it sounds.....really :/
So I haven't been at work. Then I get a call saying I'm being let go. OIC. I get sick and then fired.....um ok. Then I'm told that I've been there 2 months and and just not working out. Um....I offically started on the 18th OF MARCH. The last day I wokrd was April 2nd.
HOW THE HELL IS THAT 2 MONTHS?
You said I hadn't got bette in two months? 10 DAYS!!!!!! 10! COUNT MOAR. And, for the record, it 's VERY hard to learn when everytime you start something it's litterally ripped out of your hands and finished for you. But you know what, fine. I was manager at my last job before I moved.
MANAGER. OF A WHOLE BUNSIESS. A RETAIL STORE.
Keep your stupid little job then.
Fourth on the docket. I left my copy of New Moon at my mothers.
...that's is probably by far the stupidest thing to be miserable about. But we needed a tention breaker up in here. So there you go.
Fifth on the docket. This is not a complaint. This is FTW. I just wanted to share it.
THE LULZ. OMG THE LULZ.
Edward Cullen/Batman crossover slash fic.
XD XD XD*is still laughing.*