You know, I try really, really hard sometimes. In a lot. I try really hard to make people happy. I try really hard to keep my car fixed, my computer running.
I try to be everything I`m supposed to be--which if you look at current female role models, it`s fricken impossible. I have to keep everything clean and cook because, well, female. I also have to be independent enough to have a job, live on my own, be going to school and own a vehicle. These two things do not readily mesh. I think I`m at the point where I give up. I don`t even care about anything anymore because I just can`t.
I was picking up my boyfriend from work today--he doesn`t drive, doesn`t have a car and is really not attempting to have either-- and he has this annoying tendency to TEXT me where he is so I can come get him. Like a taxi. Only... better... he moves while I`m driving. I`ll be one place, and he`ll be like `` okay. passing the mall. `` and then like `` passing the beer store``. Now, if you drive, you know it`s damn near impossible to read a text and drive safely at one in the morning while it``s ligtly misting on your car`s windshield. Yes.
I can`t believe it. I have told him about it two nights in a row, and I am getting a little miffed. And then he has the audacity to yell at me and say ``I can imagine you`re wondering why I`m mad!` Yeah. `cause me yelling wouldn`t have angered you. so now he`s angry at me for being angry at him, my car`s brakes are rapidly failing, I don`t have a job, I`m only a mediocre student and I`m not even back on the stupid varsity rugby team because it`s ìnvitation only`.
Yay.
And now my blog is going wonky and every bit of random little signs and signals are screwing up. Or maybe there`s been a new virus for Windows 7 installed on my computer....
Joy, joy, the world sure does run nicely.
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