Put a Pox on Both Their Houses

Aye, there’s a goal then.

I don’t have time for this!

Perhaps that’s why I have it. So I can have time – to ruminate over mostly the same old things, even if occasionally something new creeps in there.

I pox mental noise.

I pox the ego’s need for conflict.

I pox 4 AM munchies, esp. when I had pasta dinner at 10.

... Put a Pox on the House of Works at Home. My kitchen and bathroom are being renovated, which is good, but I can’t sleep home anymore and that’s totally exhausting, plus there is a problem to solve everyday. Today’s problem makes me especially angry, since the tiling factory and I can’t agree about who made a mistake in the order and they don’t want to refund me the extra money I gave them because of the mistake, and the works might last a few more days because of said mistakes and… and I’m exhausted. I need to find a cosy appartment to sleep this week-end.

... and a Pox on the Houses of P, V and F. I was about to put one on the House of Men, but it might be unfair, since some men are mature. P, V and F are the three immature men that treated like shit and made, or are making, suffer my two collegues and I. We are making a support team for the youngest thoses days, and it just sucks to realise how much we were confronted to the same things in our three, very different, stories.

My Ipod just died. “Hey, lady, what did you expect, it was already 2 years old!”, the Apple guy had the nerve to tell me.

60 Gb / 430 € / 24 months. Something’s clearly wrong.

Also, a Pox on divorced parents who can’t understand that their daughter can not possibly be at two very different places at the exact same time, even for Chritsmas.

Put a Pox on the House of my Absent-Mindedness, That Made me Forget a Bag Full of Clothes and Shoes in the Metro.

I liked those clothes and shoes, absent-mindedness. Why did you do that ?

The house of overthinking, and the house of underexecuting of overthought plans.

These are what gets me into trouble and strife, angst, lack of confidence, and mistrust.

Makes me want to carry a Bull Durham poster around with me. “Don’t think. Do.”

I have this very young, very selfish roommate, who has incurred a $165 hydro bill that she refuses to pay. So I am getting rid of her at the end of May. She needs a place to live until August, so let her go to the trouble of finding one.

I also pox Andrew for still owing me $65 on April’s rent, and even though I warned him to pay up in entirety on the 1st of May, I just know he isn’t going to do it but give me a lame excuse.

I have a few people-and-situations to pox lately. Unfortunately they are almost entirely comprised of women. Three of them in the past two weeks: dismissed according to a schedule. Well, one dismissed me, but I am OK with that. She’s a bit of a high-anxiety nut who both condemns me for moving on in my life and criticizes me for not being good enough before so I might as well have moved on sooner. Well, then!

She’s a stupid (as in lacking intelligence) old woman who complains for conversation and drives people mad, and it’s a contagious form of negativity

I pox my brother who is sitting over on the couch with his girlfriend, he is definitely deserving of a pox

for being so flaky and difficult to get into and non-money-making for almost everybody

I also pox R again for being too “busy,” yet again dispensing with common courtesy.