This and That

~You know you have issues with your hair when the stylist charges a mere 18 dollars to cut it- but wants $49.50 if she has to blow dry it too... So, after spending money to have my hair cut, I walk out of the salon frizzy for my lunch date with K2. I think he was expecting it to look like something... well, something else. Humidity sucks cock. I can't even tell yet if I got a good cut, because the weather sucks so bad.

~The asshole across the quad still has his Christmas lights up. That is to say, he still has them turned on 24/7. I don't think the dumb shit has been out on his balcony since December 10th. They are tacky lights too- with those blinker bulbs installed in random places so that 1/3 of the set randomly flashes on and off, and they are hung crooked to boot. Serious asshat over there.

~My little girl went to a birthday party last night. She had a blast... but can I just say, having a kids birthday party on a school night at a pizza joint/playland is really fucking stupid. Just when I wanted to take my glad rags off and scratch my day-long bound up tits, I had to run out the door. Then I spent an hour and a half wandering aimlessly through AAFES, waiting, and pissing myself off at the shitty selection. Didn't get home til 7:30, and got to rush homework, showers, etc and spend no time with the kids. Oh, and thanks ever so for the daughter who was so wound up from all the fun that she wouldn't go to bed. Having a kids party at night during the school week is fucking stupid- did I say that yet? It's also kind of cuntish.

~Someone in our building got a new puppy. Wanna know how I know that? They leave the poor little guy outside on the balcony for a spell at night. Late at night.... Like an hour. He's a loud little fuck. I don't hate the dog- I want to slap the owners. If you want an animal you can ignore- get a fish. If you want an animal you can ignore, throw outside and occasionally pet, get a rabbit. If you want a dog, get used to having them in your bed, on your couch, watching you pee, and licking their genitals right before they lick your face.

~The worst way to find out that the sole of your sneaker has split is walking through a parking lot in the 36 degree rain, and hitting a fairly sizable puddle. Especially knowing you will have to run the rest of your errands squishing around in a soggy shoe and a cold wet sock.

~There are two things I can count on with my pets. No matter what I time I go to bed- THAT is the time, (and no other) for him to climb his fat ass in the cat box to scratch around, make noise and bow up to take a crap. This can be at 9p.m. or 4 a.m. He scratches for 10 minutes- not the sand mind you- he's too stupid for that- he scratches the box itself, so that the plastic pops loudly. after he humps up, he spends another 15 minutes trying to bury his shit without using any sand, just the plastic walls of the box. If we moved the bed a little further to the right, I could lob a shoe all the way down the hall and hit his fat ass with it in the dark.
Secondly, I can always count on them deciding it is play time right after I have done the floors. It's is the BEST time to have a monkey shit fight and throw little bits of fur around the floor. Little wads of black fur that float and meander through the room on air currents, and refuse to stay put so I can get them with the dust mop. If I ever DO get a roomba, I am gonna put an demon dog head on the front of it and lock the cats in the room with the fucker running.

My mind is awash with a shitload of randomness. Now... so is yours.