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Good Friday miscellany

Even though I have done all of the housework this week with a broken wrist I was told today that I dont pull my weight with the chores.
What. The. Fuck.

Sorted the cat out 🙂 left her a radio on and a lamp and shut her in the living room. Voila! No disturbed sleep. The mother of all cat poops was waiting for me on the morning.
So all is good here.

I keep getting electric shocks from Dusty’s ears and I got one from the end of her nose! Poor love bounded off in surprise from that one!

I think I overdid the skyrim yesterday, my elbow is really cramped today…curses!

I think I might use the slendertone while I’m not cycling / riding. I dont mind being heavier but it always deposits on the belly to start with and that’s not a good look! Having said that, it hasn’t made a tremendous difference to SO’s ahem, physique.

About nelson Mandela, I guess I’m just a slave to the media slants because SO says Mandela is nothing but a terrorist and that he probably has less conviction than a certain prominent Muslim fundamentalist, or Irish terrorist organizations. I really can’t argue when I dont know all that much about it, but in my opinion, fighting against apartide is a more noble cause than just fighting for land or religious ideology.

Cat enjoyed watching SO playing new bioshock. I think she prefers him to me. Largely because I’m annoying and want her to play all the time. Yup. Cats definitely dobt make good dogs.

I started compiling this list of orders I have been given today but thought better than to publish it.I dislike statements beginning with ‘don’t…’ its just rude and disrespectful. But then so is giving threats then saying they aren’t threats but truth.

Ok. Slight misjudgment here. Don’t slendertone soon after eating a heavy meal and chocolate…especially if nausea causes you health anxiety.

I’m kind of looking forward to finishing the song of ice and fire books…I like them pretty well, but have read them back to back over several months ( difficult to fond time to read these days) and I’ve had perdido station sat in my living room for over a year now and I’d quite likes to read it.

What to do over the easter holiday? Drink lots of tea, torment the kitty cat, continue to do all of the housework and feel sad that I can’t go see the ponies.

Possibly the most pointless and boring post ever. My head hurts and seemingly the cure wasn’t to bleed out the spare words using a technological leech.

Sad hippo


I feel like shit. Do you feel like shit? I do.I hope you don’t. It’s my fault we didn’t take the old printer to the tip sooner. Because it snowd it wont even be open (it was) the roads won’t be gritted (they were) the car would spoil out if control and get written off (it didn’t) and it would be all my fault so I would have to pay for the damage (huh? I’m not the one driving!) Mood dips. Too weak to keep fighting against negativity. I am a wretched human being. I am lazy to a fault and people ask themselves and me why they bother to do anything for me. Stealing moments alone in the bathroom else I’d go mad even sooner. My face has adopted that familiar expression of one lost into the depths of depressed thought. I guess I deserve to be left too struggle when im dragged out of the flat in the worlds least flattering outfit (nickname frumpo) with unwashed hair and no makeup..and a sling (nickname spazzarm or mongarm). Incase I was in any doubt it is my fault I’m in this situation- noone else made me fall off a horse. Therefore it’s ok to watch me struggle to pay for / carry / open something because I must learn my lesson. I should also stop being lazy and sit down to have breakfast when I should be taking out the rubbish, nit whingeing that it’s not possible with one arm…. I miss the ponies already. I miss the cycle to work. I miss feeling like I’m not a horrendous yet pathetic creature.

Some time later.
The only chore I have not done (although not all are finished) is tge ironing. SO did the ironing, then left the iron on, tripped on the wire and landed it face down on my living room carpet.
I wouldn’t mind so much if the initial response hadn’t been ‘ what do you expect me to do about it’ ans something more like ‘im sorry’
Clearly this event and the subsequent unrecoverable state if the carpet are my fault. Probably if I’d not fallen off a horse I would have ironed the sheets…or if I’d been physically disposable for the hanging if sheets up…but alas…
Nevertheless I am the one who will need to buy a new carpet yet has received no glimpse of apology or responsibility for the perpetrators actions.
What a day.
My wrist is sore from all the housework which I wasnt using it for but had to angle it away./ use elbow etc.
Je suis le sad hippo

Some time later again.
Oh. Asking someone to apologise is not the done thing. Why must I always make everything about me? Cue that open mouthed disgusted face that has made me cry so many times. He’s tired. Hes fucking tired. I’m the one who has literally single handedly cleaned the flat at 1/4 speed, including changing the bed clothes and wrestling a duvet into an already quite full suitcase.
So. Guess what? I’m a bit tired. I’m a bit upset. I’m totally misunderstood.