The reason that I’m aggrivatted is cause the bastard is out here in the living room read Maxim, eating, and doing shots of whiskey and coke. The thing is that he was making so much noise in the kitchen and I’m afraid to go in there to see how many dishes he broke. **sigh** I REALLY don’t want to hate him, but just his presence is enough to raise the hair on my back and to make me aggrivated. Maybe I should goto sleep. I’m sure listening to Manson isn’t helping my aggrivation. Maybe something soothing, like Seal or Sade would be better.
Current mood: aggravated
Current music: Marilyn Manson – Mechanical Animals
A 40-something rediscovering life in California