secondly, I've yet again arrived at the conclusion that women are odd creatures. I'm doing the whole cohabitation thing now (living, incidentally, with the woman I ditched you, dr. hoffman, to go and hang out with oh those many years ago) in a city in california where my earings give me zero street-cred. she works worse hours than me at this point. that's not too hard to believe considering that I used to get ansty if I was still at work at 4.30 pm (last job). I keep more reasonable hours nowadays, but I still get home hours before her. this leads to more stress than it should, but what can I say, I'm bitter than she works as much as she does(*), so we sometimes argue when she gets home. anyway, we had a tiff the other night, you know the kind. I commented on the fact that she ate loudly while we were trying to watch Lost (i mean, seriously, who eats w/ their mouth open) and she responded with, "well, there's crap on the counter. why didn't you clean that?" I let that one go, thinking that I had indeed left crap on the counter.
the next morning, I looked at the counter. the crap she was referring to was the box from the take-out dinner she had brought home the night before.
still, it was apparently my fault for not cleaning up her mess. her retort was, I guess, a perfectly valid reply to me asking her to close her mouth when she ate.
yeah. that and I've just discovered Tool. awesome shit. it's like NiN for adults.
oh yeah, fuck this google advertising. haha.
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