Stress does weird things to you.
I've been really stressed lately. It's not like, I'm going through such a stressful time...I don't know. Mandy has these awesome temp jobs she's really enjoying, and getting a lot of money from. We have a good nest egg so far, not spending too much. She has a permanent part time job and so do I.
But I guess I feel like things are just looming, ya know? I go to Orientation for the Kohl's job on Tuesday of next week. I think of it and get butterflies in my stomach.
Another is that stress is causing me to break out in weird rashes, and those rashes are making me stress, so the stress is causing more stress. And crazy bitchy/crying times. Of course, that's probably since I'm PMSing. Which is causing MORE stress! YAY.
And on top of all that, Jim, the guy that is letting us hole up in his closet, has a major problem with something that is integral to me. Typing. He can't STAND my typing, supposedly. It makes him fly into prissy bitch rages where he stomps everywhere, throws things, and says "Fuck!" a lot. I'm so sick of it. Please, bitch. Take your whining elsewhere. Yesterday I was forced to put away my desktop - which houses all my games and art and pictures - and exiled to the closet. THANKS.
Can we stress me out more?
/rant
We need our own apartment.
Labels: bitching, rant, stress
