My life is a System Error.
Psycho roommate took it to a whole new level this weekend.
Operation: Move The Fuck Out is in progress.
Nah nah nah c’mon.
Fucking Pitch Perfect. Damn you, non-bf person for making me watch it.
Blah, blah, blah.
Think you’ll be gettin this?
Nah, nah, nah.
I’ve apparently lost access to one of my secondary email accounts and it is making me insane. I don’t think it has been compromised - I can login to the management page for it, and changed the password, but can’t actually get into email. This has been a problem for some time and while I love the email address, it has been fucked up constantly and more recently has been flooded with spam.
I also went the distance and enabled Google’s 2 factor authentication so that’s all done… Kind of a pain but still pretty cool.
I can’t sleep. It’s raining and I just found that one of my friends was hospitalized last week after being hit by a truck. I’m so glad he is recovering well. I can’t even process this. I knew he was in the hospital several days ago but I didn’t know about the accident. Leave it to Facebook to keep making a mess and making sure I don’t see the things I should actually see.
So the twatmate was pissed about my non-bf taking showers and shit here. Seriously? He has done it like, twice, and he was feeling horrible the second time.
How about a nice big “fuck you” for that?
You know, I kind of have a non-bf bf, and I’m okay with it, but it’s really complicated, and he’s helping me look for an apartment/house so I can get back to living my own life.
Winds of change and whatnot. Oy.
My heart is broken today. One of my favorite DJs passed away after losing his battle with brain cancer. I’ve looked up to Peter for such a long time, he has been one of my favorite DJs since I really got into electronic and club music. Just… wow.
So much death lately.
Life is so good, then immediately frustrating.
Going to move back into my own place soon. I’m so over having my moods destroyed when my roommate feels like throwing one of his temper tantrums. Two perfect weekends fucked just because of him.
Better get your tickets to the gun show, bitches. #werk #gym #underarmour #superman
Easy way to get yourself on my shitlist: ask me why I’m not at an event after I put out notice that I wanted to go and wanted companionship, and got no responses. I will set your sorry ass on fire. If you wanted me to be there, maybe you should have asked before I made alternate plans.If I meet one more Recon guy who is a total fucking twat I am going to absolutely go insane.
I swear I’m avoiding productivity today, which is a rare thing. I’d much rather be outside - which is why I started working from home, ran a work errand, got my glasses adjusted AND a haircut before I even bothered to come into the office.
I have after hours work to be done tonight as well, and the office is having some “deep cleaning” done which mean I had to take everything down in my area and clear surfaces, which does not entirely amuse me.
Where’s my drink, already?