showering when thunderclouds are booming overhead? brilliant. i like to live dangerously, what can i say..

i bet there will come a really slow week at fear factor headquarters.. scabs covering for the stunt coordinators who are on vacation... "we'll give five-hundred dollars to the team who can shower the longest without getting struck by lightning!" insert stupid face wearing a sweater trademark joe rogan here. "ready, go!"

...uh, yeah.

who's ready for an exciting night of spaghetti boiling? i am, i am! oh, wait, you thought i meant... no, no, no. i'll be spending this night with my cats (who are seriously pissing me off--coming out of the shower to find my door open and django, luckily still on the doorstep; cleo at the end of the porch, having to run outside in a towel and usher her back in the house, "what in god's name do you think you're doing?" i said to her. "meow meow meow," she mewed. "don't talk back to me, get inside." interesting story sara, really. back to the paragraph at large, hm?), rasputina's thanks for the ether, and a couch full of me my self and i. oh wait sara, don't you have a boyfriend who has been bugging you to cook things and oh wait, isn't it sunday, doesn't he have the day off? why yes he has, and yes he does, but he's too busy being stubborn and mad at me because i went to go see charlie and the chocolate factory without him. a;kjfa;sldfka;fobiuadfhgadjgnf. and despite the fact that i have apologised several times because i do infact understand that line of thinking and yes i really should have thought further instead of acting on impulse, he wants to continue to be crabby for the rest of the night, or so he says. i don't know! and blast the sky, i've wanted to see that movie since i first heard about it, long before he came around, god help me i should have just kept my mouth shut about seeing it. shouldn't have written about it, about him, right before i fell asleep. shouldn't have emailed it to him in the morning to let him know i was thinking about him even though i couldn't call. makes me think twice about telling him other things he'd be better off not knowing. but oh oh oh lying never really gets us anywhere, now does it.

and what good does bitching at an empty white box do? really? oh plenty indeed, because he's just like my father, that one. those hornheaded bulltypes. let them be for awhile and they'll be fine and forget about it and everything's peaches again.. until the next time he decides he's angry and therefore has no need to talk to me. ara;wlekrawrawerawera.

hi, i'm Frustrated Sara, nice to meet you. haven't been out in awhile. kinda nice what you've done with the place.

it should be noted that this might give an unneccesary negative spin on someone who has not been mentioned much yet but well. well. right now i don't care. cause i'd rather be babbling to myself than talking to my cats about it. they're much more interested in talking to each other.

and i would very much like to continue to be angry and frustrated. but you're getting in my way, unknowingly. with your random.. thing. and fuck, you know.

there's conflict conflict conflict. but oh oh oh who vs what abstract concept this week, hm?