My eyes hurt.

I woke up having one of those days where everything sucks.  My eyes hurt, eczema patches sprang up on them.  On them!  Ahhh!  And I found out James and I are working opposite shifts on Valentine's Day.  The one time I actually have someone to hang out with, and we both have to work.  Stupid being an adult.  I hate everything today.  Lucky for me, I have Louis and can force him to give me kisses muahahaha!  That is a trick most non-parents don't know, you can make your kids do just about anything.  I bribe Louis with frozen juice pops for kisses.  Or tell him I'm sad and need lots of kisses.  He gives me a long suffering sigh, and says, "Ok Mama."  I am so high maintenance my 5 yr old notices, and judges me!  Oh, well.  He runs around in his underwear with dinosaurs.  I hate being judged by people before they get into age double digits.  My friend's daughter tells me I'm weird every time I see her.  Just because I try and borrow her shoes when she steals mine, and I act like I can't figure out why they won't fit.  Of course, she is usually wearing 2 ball gowns and a stethoscope for fashion, but when you're 6 you're everything at once. 

Is it all grown men that are incapable of doing their own laundry?  It seems crazy to me, but every time I'm in a relationship with a man I end up doing his laundry.  At least James folds.  Granted, he doesn't do anything else like put it away or even move the basket away from the couch, but he will fold it after I wash it.  Eventually.  *sigh*  Of course, I hear it is the same for my lesbian friends.  In the relationships I've seen there is one partner with the more domestic and traditionally feminine responsibilities, and the other has the masculine stuff.  It can't be according to temperament, I am the least feminine person I know.  Gender roles are weird, especially when you look at other cultures.  Of course, gender roles are a bit flip flopped in my house.  James, the greatest boyfriend ever, helps me take care of Louis, and spends a fair amount of time with him. 

Happy Valentine's Day everybody!  I have a big plan of lighting some tea lights i found in a box and cuddling with James.  You know, after we both work alternating shifts.  Damn.  I bet it'll be a watching movies and eating fish sticks on the couch kind of night, and I couldn't be happier about it.

Whoohoo New Stuff!

I finally figured out my cafepress store!  I think...  I'm not really sure to be honest. I am sure that we have some awesome treasures for you here, The Prairie Ninja Store or over there to the left, where it says Lookit! Lookit!  I had a crabby day, so I made earrings that say suck it.  Sometimes its just a suck it kind of day.

I suppose I don't really need to be crabby, even though I was given 20 hours again this week.  I'm glad to be job hunting, almost.  At least now I'm opening myself up to something that can be an actual career, since living paycheck to paycheck is killing me slowly.  We aren't even really living at this point.  Hell, I can't afford to buy new socks for Louis, much less myself.  This blows.

James traded in some of his old games for Super Smash Brothers Brawl today.  So I'm watching him play it.  Maybe I'll just go to bed, it isn't that interesting to watch.  Now if he was geeking out on some Resident Evil that would be cool.  I love watching that game.  The movies are good too, but I like the game better, plus I rule at the puzzles.

I just realized that I said the links were on the left.  Can you tell I have issues with my left and right?

Drama in the LBZ

Drama drama drama.  Don't we all say we don't want it, don't want anything to do with it, and get it away?  I up until recently had a roommate I had known for a long time.  She ended up treating me like her housemaid and overcharging me for a room.  Granted, she took me and my son when we were homeless, but that is no reason to yell at my kid for not picking up after your kids.  Sandy also had 4 large dogs she refused to walk or pay attention to, so they would eat anything from toys to clothing.  She was a terrible parent, and was supposed to have full custody of her kids.  Sandy would drop her kids off at their dad's house and refuse to come back for them for at least a week.  She constantly had new guys over for the night, and wanted me to "cover for her".  None of this would be a big issue by itself, but all of these together along with me "needing to pay attention to her" made me want to punch myself in the face everyday.  Sandy would wake me up by screaming my name over and over so she could tell me about all of the guys she had fucked the night before, and so i could tell her she was pretty.  The last time she woke me up I told her to get a boyfriend and leave me alone.  She said she was too busy "seeing what she could get for a gold pussy" but ended up sleeping with one guy for over a week because he bought her a car.  The next one I guess is buying her a house and a ring, but I moved out before that happened.  I was tired of them asking me why my boyfriend bought me so many different flowers.  He didn't, that was just all of the different guys she was banging.  A couple of them got seriously pissed when he laughed and said he didn't buy me flowers.

So Sandy had sent me a couple of texts since I moved, that were basically pay me my money (which I don't owe her).  I finally got pissed about it last time, about a week ago.  I called her a bloody cunt rag and told her to get off her high horse, I don't owe her shit.  Then today, I saw her on a social networking site, and it pissed me off again.  I wrote a lot of ugly things to her and about her where everyone and God could see it.  She sent me a message about how I need to grow up.  So there wasn't any more miscommunication, I called her.  I informed Sandy she needed to learn some manners and lose my number, because I was tired of her stupid bullshit.  It amazes me that simply telling someone you despise how you feel about them and asking them to crawl into a hole and die seems to only yield them insulting me, or in this case silence, and not their death as hoped.  Ah, well.  Bah.  I know perhaps... it was childish for me to continually insult her with no real provocation on her part.  I also know I would have just been waiting for the next time she decided to be an asshole to someone and remembered me.  So, Sandy is on my People I wouldn't Piss on if they Were on Fire list.  I hope she enjoys it, the douchie-queen.

I must confess, when someone has angered me  to the point that I am sure I no longer want to have anything to do with them ever again, I do enjoy unleashing a stream of well timed, colorful, and suicide-inducing insults.  Yay for hobbies!