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Jan. 13th, 2019 10:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demakatTo preface this, I am probably over-peopled from a friend's kid's birthday party yesterday.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT SHUT UP!
Just SHUT UP!
I get it. No one is here anymore but you, and it's not loud enough after over 30 years of a house filled with 6 people, and you need to be loud an dramatic because that's how it usually was. Only it's just you now.
My mom DIDN'T LOOK AT ALL and let the dogs out the back door (where my dad had just entered through the gate to snowblower the ...yard?) and let them out into... the neighborhood. And one of our dogs is a bloodhound mix and there are soooo many interesting smells under the snow. So many, that nothing else matters and she WON'T COME BACK EVER! Yet guess what dog they routinely let out all over the place. BOTH OF THEM! just weeeeee I don't care I don't look I don't check for anything. la la la! My mom doesn't want the dogs to bark and the neighbor who has significantly less control over her two than my mom does over ours, yet she thinks that just because she can't hear the neighbor dogs anymore and our dogs REALLY want to go outside, it must be fine. Yet every time it's not. EVERY TIME! I feel like a fucking crazy because I almost always see all these subtitles. This excited to go bark at the fence is very different than "I have to pee...now" excited.
Additionally. I can't listen to music loudly without leaving my room to pee and being asked "oh what are you listening to? I like that" NO Fuck off. Pretend I'm not here. That's a THING people learn, like headphones. If I'm wearing headphones its cause I don't want to hear you AND I definitely DON'T want to talk to you. But no then people get all fucking hurt feelings because they interrupted my fucking trying to get the hell away from people, and I got annoyed. FUCKING FUCK!
Bonus. My parents are repainting the upstairs hallway outside my room. *angry eyes*
And now I feel better. Plus I remembered the list of things I want to grow in my garden this year and I need to get on that shit. I also need to see about making the tomatoes more of a bucket garden probably, which needs buckets and power tools. My rotation should probably be more than "hmm maybe over here this year..." but *shrug*
HOLY FUCKING SHIT SHUT UP!
Just SHUT UP!
I get it. No one is here anymore but you, and it's not loud enough after over 30 years of a house filled with 6 people, and you need to be loud an dramatic because that's how it usually was. Only it's just you now.
My mom DIDN'T LOOK AT ALL and let the dogs out the back door (where my dad had just entered through the gate to snowblower the ...yard?) and let them out into... the neighborhood. And one of our dogs is a bloodhound mix and there are soooo many interesting smells under the snow. So many, that nothing else matters and she WON'T COME BACK EVER! Yet guess what dog they routinely let out all over the place. BOTH OF THEM! just weeeeee I don't care I don't look I don't check for anything. la la la! My mom doesn't want the dogs to bark and the neighbor who has significantly less control over her two than my mom does over ours, yet she thinks that just because she can't hear the neighbor dogs anymore and our dogs REALLY want to go outside, it must be fine. Yet every time it's not. EVERY TIME! I feel like a fucking crazy because I almost always see all these subtitles. This excited to go bark at the fence is very different than "I have to pee...now" excited.
Additionally. I can't listen to music loudly without leaving my room to pee and being asked "oh what are you listening to? I like that" NO Fuck off. Pretend I'm not here. That's a THING people learn, like headphones. If I'm wearing headphones its cause I don't want to hear you AND I definitely DON'T want to talk to you. But no then people get all fucking hurt feelings because they interrupted my fucking trying to get the hell away from people, and I got annoyed. FUCKING FUCK!
Bonus. My parents are repainting the upstairs hallway outside my room. *angry eyes*
And now I feel better. Plus I remembered the list of things I want to grow in my garden this year and I need to get on that shit. I also need to see about making the tomatoes more of a bucket garden probably, which needs buckets and power tools. My rotation should probably be more than "hmm maybe over here this year..." but *shrug*
