June 2013
I feel kinda bad, I know Patrick misses his best friends and wants to go out with them and I want him to.
So he called them earlier to see what was up and I think to invite them over, even though I’d told him we needed to clean the apartment and that I didn’t want them over if we didn’t clean. We got rid of recycling and that was about it… so I guess in his mind that means we cleaned but in my mind that means “OH MY GOD THIS APARTMENT IS DISGUSTING AND I CAN’T FUCKING CLEAN IT BY MYSELF BECAUSE I HAVE A HURT WRIST, CARPAL TUNNEL AND I’M FUCKING PREGNANT BITCHES!”
So apparently his friends are going to a cigar bar tonight and they invited him. He didn’t even begin to invite me, I don’t know if he would’ve even if I wasn’t pregnant. Obviously I’m not going to go to a cigar bar while pregnant. A regular bar, preferably non-smoking (which Birmingham has a no-smoking indoors law now so there are several I could go to), I could go to and just drink a soda or water… but a hookah bar or cigar bar or whatever? Definitely not the place for a pregnant lady.
And I didn’t point out to him how that sucks that it’s some place I can’t go, or wouldn’t choose to go in my current condition at least, because then he started talking about inviting them over after they left there. Then I had to feel like his mom telling him the house is a wreck, I told him we needed to clean today and we didn’t clean so they can’t come over today but if he helps me clean over the next few days I’d be GLAD to invite them over next week.
Really, I’d love to invite them over… but I am mortified by the state of the apartment and it’s not just his male friends, it’s also his friend’s fiancee… but shit, I’m not going to let a fellow woman see the filth I’m living in with these boys. I know it’s petty on my part, but still. I told him I fucking need help before we had guests over, he had all morning, I meant it and I really want fucking help. I want to have guests over bad. I wanted to have my own birthday party here (my birthday is Friday! Yay!), but that’s not happening either.
Suicide girls are all well and good but it seems to me it’s just the same girls you’d find in any other porn except pale and tattooed
Like we want alternative but we’d still prefer you have the thin socially acceptable body type
I need a cute, chubby, bearded man. Where you guys at?
Don’t let my husband see this (even though he’s laying next to me as I type this and follows my tumblr. He still probably won’t see it, haha)
I feel that as a pregnant woman I should have the right to pee on anybody that keeps me from being able to get into my bathroom for an hour...
Unless they give me prior notice before going into the bathroom so that I can use it real quick just in case.
Is that asking much? At least in my own house I shouldn’t feel like I’m being tortured every day.
Also, I only live with guys… I thought I’d be the one taking the longest in the bathroom but I take the least time majority of the time.
On another note: stop wiping the steam off the fucking bathroom mirrors with toilet tissue if you’re not going to fucking clean the mirrors ever. I clean them every week to get the white crap your toilet tissue leaves behind off. Pisses me the fuck off.
losing an argument when you are right just because the other person is too stupid to understand what you’re saying is probably one of the most infuriating things the entire universe
so right
