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digital_opium) wrote2006-01-13 02:34 pm
digital_opium) wrote2006-01-13 02:34 pm
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Come on, it's Friday...
Dear Universe,
Stop it. Just please stop it.
You conspired to wake me after only 3 hours of sleep. Fine, I'm getting used to that, actually. Which I suppose is part of the problem for you?
Did manage to get a bit more sleep after I took care of boosting the husband's ego instead of killing him (that was after you had contrived to have him yell at the dogs for 15 minutes in the guise of 'putting them outside').
But honestly... I've been up twenty minutes and this is my list so far:
1) Fight with the coffee pot, since someone didn't dump the old, cold coffee and clean out the grounds. I should be used to this one, too, but not quite yet.
2) Put the dogs out, and argue with one of them that no, he can't run up to the street and do his business there.
3) Catch the other dog who slipped his leash and wouldn't come back when called.
4) Fall down in the snow because apparently dock shoes don't work well in snow.
5) Cut my hand open on the rocks hidden beneath said snow.
6) Find out that the door locked itself behind me, and I'm out in a T-shirt with no coat.
7) Pound on the door for 10 more minutes because the husband just doesn't come to see what the racket is about.
8) Receive a glare from husband because the husband, who has the phone glued to his ear (more often than a teenaged girl), apparently seems to think that I'm just ignoring some maniac who is pounding on our door with both fists and the occasional kick.
All this in twenty minutes? I mean, come on, what did I do to deserve this?
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go clean blood off the door.
No love,
Me
Stop it. Just please stop it.
You conspired to wake me after only 3 hours of sleep. Fine, I'm getting used to that, actually. Which I suppose is part of the problem for you?
Did manage to get a bit more sleep after I took care of boosting the husband's ego instead of killing him (that was after you had contrived to have him yell at the dogs for 15 minutes in the guise of 'putting them outside').
But honestly... I've been up twenty minutes and this is my list so far:
1) Fight with the coffee pot, since someone didn't dump the old, cold coffee and clean out the grounds. I should be used to this one, too, but not quite yet.
2) Put the dogs out, and argue with one of them that no, he can't run up to the street and do his business there.
3) Catch the other dog who slipped his leash and wouldn't come back when called.
4) Fall down in the snow because apparently dock shoes don't work well in snow.
5) Cut my hand open on the rocks hidden beneath said snow.
6) Find out that the door locked itself behind me, and I'm out in a T-shirt with no coat.
7) Pound on the door for 10 more minutes because the husband just doesn't come to see what the racket is about.
8) Receive a glare from husband because the husband, who has the phone glued to his ear (more often than a teenaged girl), apparently seems to think that I'm just ignoring some maniac who is pounding on our door with both fists and the occasional kick.
All this in twenty minutes? I mean, come on, what did I do to deserve this?
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go clean blood off the door.
No love,
Me
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*whimpers*
The universe hates me!
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Evil Universe.
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Poor babydoll. Want me to beat up the universe for you?
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You deserve something rich and chocolatey as compensation.
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Guh.
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Happy Friday the 13th!!
*snuggles*
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Thank you.
I didn't even notice!
That explains everything.