Motherfucking Dipshit is gonna irritate me to the bitter end...
It's 1:16am, and the past 4 hours or so has largely been a huge motherfucking waste of my precious time. I've eaten, I've pissed, I've lifted some barbells, i've fiddled on Facebook and other bullshit. But what I REALLY need to be doing is seeking employment...FOCUSING INTENTLY on big picture, major life things. Alas, I can't...because, OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE, Dipshit came home at 9pm tonight and has been irritating me ever since. WHY is he still up? WHY is he even HERE?
He gave me his utility money last night. He emptied his trash can. He had NOTHING left in the fridge. He took his computer and TWO bags this morning to work. All this SEEMED to signal the 3rd Wednesday in a row that he'd leave straight for Philly from work to stay with his fiancee until Monday. Yet there he came up the stairs at 9pm, COMPLETELY shattering my MOTHERFUCKING ZEN.
First, he spent about an hour bringing bag after bag after bag to the curb. I've been waiting 4 hours now to inspect his room while he's in the shower to see WHAT he was hurling into trash bags, because, i'll tell ya, he doesn't HAVE much to begin with. And how do you throw SO much stuff out SO fast? Lastly, in typical Dipshit fashion, he was incapable of bringing all the bags down at once or even two trips. Up and down the stairs, making tons of noise, completely oblivious to closing a door gently or lifting his feet. Up and down, UP AND DOWN. Oh, and just to put his usual irritating icing on the cake, he had to have on his usual STATICY AM FUCKING RADIO for at least an hour. That alone made me wanna bang my head hard into the wall.
Once all that bullshit stopped...SILENCE...for at least 90 minutes. Great, right? No...not at all. Dipshit SO grates on my nerves that even his being silent while conscious pisses me off. "WHAT the FUCK is he doing on his computer?!?!!" is all I could think of, my annoyance growing with every 10-minute interval. I JUST wanted him to go to fucking bed. And he BEST be gone for good for the weekend come tomorrow. I LOATHE HIM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH. I can't believe he's gonna out of my life by month's end...it's surreal. But until then, it's like this excruciating final burst of aggravation.
I just will NEVER, EVER be able to convey the extent of his annoyance. No one will EVER get it. All I know tonight is that his presence TOTALLY threw off my productivity. Eh, at least I worked out a little. My head is tense right now, like it's gonna explode. He can't be out of my life soon enough. I may start sobbing the day he leaves. And I fucking Lysoled every thing we mutually touch today, thinking he was gone; now i'm gonna have to fucking do it again tomorrow. Yes, that's right...I don't trust his hands to be germ-free; not remotely. I totally see him not washing his hands and touching everything and bringing the swine flu into my house.
1:42am...he's finally done his shower...STILL putzing around. He is NEVER up this late, save for his insipid "11pm hockey game" Tuesdays. UGH. I'm only still writing this blog because literally I can't focus on anything else until he's asleep in bed. OK...fiddling with clock radio...think the end of my hell is near. Jesus, grant me the serenity not to smash his head with a blunt object after making it THIS far....
He gave me his utility money last night. He emptied his trash can. He had NOTHING left in the fridge. He took his computer and TWO bags this morning to work. All this SEEMED to signal the 3rd Wednesday in a row that he'd leave straight for Philly from work to stay with his fiancee until Monday. Yet there he came up the stairs at 9pm, COMPLETELY shattering my MOTHERFUCKING ZEN.
First, he spent about an hour bringing bag after bag after bag to the curb. I've been waiting 4 hours now to inspect his room while he's in the shower to see WHAT he was hurling into trash bags, because, i'll tell ya, he doesn't HAVE much to begin with. And how do you throw SO much stuff out SO fast? Lastly, in typical Dipshit fashion, he was incapable of bringing all the bags down at once or even two trips. Up and down the stairs, making tons of noise, completely oblivious to closing a door gently or lifting his feet. Up and down, UP AND DOWN. Oh, and just to put his usual irritating icing on the cake, he had to have on his usual STATICY AM FUCKING RADIO for at least an hour. That alone made me wanna bang my head hard into the wall.
Once all that bullshit stopped...SILENCE...for at least 90 minutes. Great, right? No...not at all. Dipshit SO grates on my nerves that even his being silent while conscious pisses me off. "WHAT the FUCK is he doing on his computer?!?!!" is all I could think of, my annoyance growing with every 10-minute interval. I JUST wanted him to go to fucking bed. And he BEST be gone for good for the weekend come tomorrow. I LOATHE HIM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH. I can't believe he's gonna out of my life by month's end...it's surreal. But until then, it's like this excruciating final burst of aggravation.
I just will NEVER, EVER be able to convey the extent of his annoyance. No one will EVER get it. All I know tonight is that his presence TOTALLY threw off my productivity. Eh, at least I worked out a little. My head is tense right now, like it's gonna explode. He can't be out of my life soon enough. I may start sobbing the day he leaves. And I fucking Lysoled every thing we mutually touch today, thinking he was gone; now i'm gonna have to fucking do it again tomorrow. Yes, that's right...I don't trust his hands to be germ-free; not remotely. I totally see him not washing his hands and touching everything and bringing the swine flu into my house.
1:42am...he's finally done his shower...STILL putzing around. He is NEVER up this late, save for his insipid "11pm hockey game" Tuesdays. UGH. I'm only still writing this blog because literally I can't focus on anything else until he's asleep in bed. OK...fiddling with clock radio...think the end of my hell is near. Jesus, grant me the serenity not to smash his head with a blunt object after making it THIS far....
posted by Gregoire at 10:15 PM
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