I am so extremely irritated today. I am therefore I rant.
I have been in the process of moving things around and going through stuff in my apartment. I have too much stuff, especially, when it comes to clothes. I have a walk in closet (envy of many women) filled, completely filled, with clothes that I am going through. So.. Picture clothes strewn around, hanging from my canopy bed, laid out on one side of the bed and bags of rejects ready to go to Goodwill. Now picture boxes of computer games and knick knacks that I have decided don't currently go with the style I am redecorating in stacked sporadically through the living room and dining room. My place looks like a desperately thrown together rat maze that does not include a piece of cheese at the end.
It is not a pretty picture is it? I got a quick glimpse into the future and I do not want to end up as one of those old ladies with newspapers and magazines stacked to the rafters with bowls of kitty food on top for the 100 cats roaming the household.
I get home last night to get a message on my door from my landlord that the need to come and inspect the fire alarms. Now I am all for safety and everything, but, WHY NOW! Of course all of my piles and boxes and junk somehow ended up under all of the damn detectors. Needless to say I didn't get much sleep after trying to a.) get rid of the piles of clothes, b.) move all the boxes out of the way, and c.) clean along the way as well. My hand is really sore today. I should have worn the brace while I did that. For those of you that don't know I broke my hand last month and it is still bothering me a little.
So I decided that after all my hard work last night (and the late night at that) that I needed a latte this morning. Yes you guessed it I am wearing part of it.
So I get in to work only to find CD's missing off my desk. God that pisses me off! I am so infuriated that I just can't even talk to anyone. $700 in software just *poof* disappeared in to the cosmos. I don't mind people borrowing things but if I am not there at my desk why not at the very least leave a note or if you are truly lazy send an e-mail. If I find the rat bastard that took these I plan on torturing them in the most cynical, conniving, and maniacally manipulative method I can find. Suggestions? E-mail me @ angiebb@oz.net.
Time for lunch. Gee what will the rest of the day bring! I sit writhing in anger and anticipation for the future events of the day. Till next time.
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