digital_opium

Remind me again why I put up with his shit?

He comes into the room pissy about something, refuses to tell me what's wrong, acts like a five year old... I finally get it out of him that yes, something is indeed bothering him. It turns out something I said I'd do slipped my mind, and instead of saying "Hey, by the way...", he has a sulking fit.

I swear. Men are like little fucking boys that never grow up.

In other news, taking applications for girlfriend/wife/mistress. Please apply within.

Current Mood: bitchy
Current Location: Feralas

Tags:

men suck,
ranting

Have to go to the outlaws for supper.

I'm not "allowed" to take the laptop.

So I'll sit and text message on the phone instead.

Tell me where this makes sense?

Bah.

And yes, I am anti-social, why do you ask?

Current Mood: cranky

Tags:

ranting,
woe

Does anyone actually realize that beta reading actually involves ... wait for it... READING?

Yet another fic where the author thanks so and so for being their *airquotes* beta reader, and within two paragraphs I notice three or four errors.

Dude. Running something through word (or the equivalent) spell and grammar check doesn't count as beta reading. The author should be able to do that much.

Let's not even get into continuity and form.

*mutter mutter grumble*

Kids these days. A good walk five miles to a beta reader in a howling blizzard up-hill both ways would teach them a thing or two.

*grumble mutter mutter*

ETA: It's 'would have', people, not 'would of'. *mutter grumble mutter*

Current Mood: cranky

Tags:

ranting

Ironic that this week's topic in TM is control, or lack thereof.

Lately, all I do is feel like I have no control over anything.

I feel like I'm constantly waiting for something. Moving day, pay day, the day when we'll actually have some semblence of normalcy again.

The worst part is, I constantly feel like I can't do anything else until these other things get done. I feel like I'm just in stasis, that none of the million other things I need to do can even be started until the other things are accomplished.

TM has been my coping mechanism for a long while now. The ironic thing is that everything there is in a holding pattern as well. And I keep saying I'll catch up on this, that, the other thing, and I find myself in the same situation. I feel like I can't get those things done either, until I have some idea of where I'm going.

It's slowly driving me nuts.

Yes, I know none of this makes any sense. I need to find the thread. The one that I can pull on and it all unravels. Only in this case, unraveling the rest of this would be a huge relief. But I can't find that one thread, that starting point.

Argh.

Current Mood: cranky

Tags:

ranting

OMFG. Seriously.

I don't wanna.

WTF beta reader?

Mental Constipation

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