LDN in Your Face

The rageathon continues. I’m listening to Tom Jones right now to try and calm my farm but it’s not working AT ALL.

Pretty sure I’m trying to pick a fight with M. I fucking hate arguing with him because he’s an asshole (duh) and everything is his way or the highway. But I need to lance this boil.

I just ate a can of soup for breakfast. Pretty sure it was regret flavored.

My office neighbor gets the newspaper delivered every morning. Last year, she was getting two copies delivered every morning by error. She even called them to ask them to quit delivering the second paper and they argued with her and said, “NO, MA’AM, THE COMPUTER SAYS YOU’RE ONLY GETTING ONE PAPER, SO I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT.” Like she was calling them as a prank or something. So whatever, she gave up, and after a few months, she was back to getting the one paper. Well, for two weeks now, she’s been getting two papers again. So, I just hand one to M when he drops me off, whatevs. This morning there were three. What the FUCK is wrong with these people? Three copies of the same paper, with the same recipient printed on the label.

RAGE RAGE RAGE

In far more pleasant news, I spent an hour or so tracing and cutting out new rag doll limbs for my new project. Which reminds me. Must order dressmaker’s chalk. BRB

Back. I changed my mind. Pencil is going to be better for what I need, and I have a shit ton of pencils already.

So, it’s my Friday and I really don’t care. I’m looking forward to the time to take a nap if I so wish, but that’s about it. I don’t look forward to spending four days with M while in my current mood. I don’t look forward to the aggravations from my neighbors. Don’t look forward to having to go out anywhere. At this rate, I’d be happier drowning myself in the bath.

Did you guys hear/read about the comments made by David Archibald (One Nation) that, “…single mothers are too lazy to attract and hold a mate…“? Shots. Fired. Holy shit. Here’s an opinion piece written by my aunt, who is basically my hero. Like, life goals right here. She’s intelligent, hard working, hilariously funny, open and fair minded, oh, and she’s a single mother to three of the most amazing kids I have ever met.

http://www.theherald.com.au/story/4442491/no-facts-behind-single-mum-stigma/?cs=305

My back and stomach hurt. Random shooting pains are the bessssssst.

I can’t stop thinking about this crab chowder that I got from a client’s cafe the other day. I have serious regrets over throwing out the last inch in my cup of soup, but I was full to bursting that day. I think I need to stop by again next time I’m over in that part of downtown. I won’t mention the price, because it was exorbitant. Don’t think about the money don’t think about the money don’t think about the money.

Alright. It’s well and truly time to do some work and get through my “Friday”.