A bunch of babble

Okay…I had a thought…where the bloody hell did it go? *shakes head* Okay, sleep is offically over rated, as it does not seem to be helping my mind at all. It’s still a scattered mess…it was last night, and it is yet this morning I think. *just remeber Harley ask half an hour ago for hard boiled egss* Yeah…I’ll be right back (not that you could really tell if I left of not…but hey, um…*headdesk* [aside from not being at a desk] I lost the thought I had. *sigh*)

*looks over* How did my coffee cup get over there? *shrugs* Oh well…I’ll get it later.

Okay…I’m liking the new note thing. As it will save me from opening up a new window for notes as I have taken to doing on occasion.  But…I took a look at the new proposed front page…not impressed…It looks like the other ‘blog’ sites…and just seems way to rigid.  Also…I’m not caring for the disappearing of my drop-down menus….I make frequent use of them.  

And I’m thinking I should be leaving that above paragraph as a note to the DM, actually share my thoughs with He-Who-Is-In-Charge. *nods* Yeses.

Ug…I swear there was something I was going to say.  *shrugs* Oh well…

I think my hair is the longest its been in ages. It’s actually past just touching my shoulders. It’s also in need of a trim…but I’m liking having the extra little length back again. When I was younger it went down to the middle of my back at it’s longest…though it’s not the thickest hair, so it gets kind of blah if it gets ‘too’ long.

I hate going to the eye doctor…I’m always afraid I’m going to pick the wrong one when they say 1 or 2. Which I know is completely stupid, as I should know which one is better or not…but…hey, what can I say, I’m mental. *laughs* But that’s what’s on the schedule for today, in about 4 hours.

Tomarrow I have to be out of the house by noon! But it’s well worth it, despite the fact that I hate needles. But I’m going down to Outcast, and catching up with Raven in roleplay…And despite already having 4 tattoos….I’m still quite nervous/anxious about the whole thing. *shakes head* I know, I should be a pro at it by now. *laughs* But like I said, I don’t like needles…and pain really isn’t one of my friends either, and there is at least some pain involved. Though I’m guessing after the last one, I shouldn’t be too worried, as that one hurt the most, thus far…and this one shouldn’t have anywhere near the same pain factor, as it is on a fleshy part. (Right forearm)

Oh yeah…the pet came home long enough yesterday to get a change of clothes, take a shower, and prove himself to be an arse. *rolls eyes* He’s got these huge boots, that tend to get in the way. And we have limited space to walk in some areas, which is where he tends to leave these boots, not even picked up and put off to the side, but just laying whereever he pulls them off at.
Well, since he left, and it was pretty much figured he wasn’t going to be around for a few days, my mum put them out in the utility room. Well when he came home he wanted them, and got bitchy when Mum said she put them out of the way, so we wouldn’t have to trip over them. And he spouted off something about having to trip over her ‘crap’. WTF?! My Mum keeps all her stuff in her room, out of the way. So there is no way he’s tripping over anything of hers. (Unless he’s talking about the Ab Lounger, but that’s in the dining room, and out of the way, and no where where he should be at anyway.)  *kicks him in the head*

It’s the pets crap that piles up in the corner where he sits, and spills out into where the kids toys use to be kept (moved them since they couldn’t get to them, due to his crap always being right there). He’s the one that leaves his crap all over the bathroom floor, so I have to dig my way to my tub to use it. Somes I have to dig out the dirty towels he’s thrown into my tub!
He’s the one that has near to two foot of clothes and other crap piled up on his side of the room between the dressers and his bed. (Dressers that he never uses because he’s too lazy to fold and put his clothes away…and I’m tired of folding them, and have him not put them away anyway.)  And this said pile spills into the pathway so it’s actually dangerous to wak through there at night when I head to bed (when I so chose, which I’d rather not anyway).

All this mess of his has taken me to not giving a damn about the rest of the house…why the hell should I when he doesn’t. So it tends to be a bit more messy than it should be. Plus I can’t really exect the kids to take care of their stuff when they see him not doing a bloody thing.

*sigh* I’m suffering from quite a bit of discontent. Yet I’m not ready to deal with the fall out of doing anything…
I don’t want to fight over the children, as I would want sole custody (not that I wouldn’t be willing to let him see them, I just know he can’t bloody well take care of himself, let alone them). I don’t want to have to fight over the house and the property (My mum is the one who pays the house payment, and 90% of the other bills…and the property has been in her family for years). My mum’s Jeep is tied up in that stupid loan of his at the creddit union…which would of been paid off long ago if he didn’t keep adding crap to it (like $2000.00 for a duece and a half army truck that’s sat down the road for the last…3, 4, 5 years? rusting into the ground).

Okay…that’s enough ranting for now I think…It’s Thursday (pay day for the pet usually). And I’m not expecting to see what is suppose to go twords household stuff, not really. And I know nothing will be coming next week, as he didn’t even make a day of work. *rolls eyes* And as for him being ‘hurt’ What the hell ever, he was moving around just fine from what I seen.

Blah…I have to go peel eggs, so the boy can gourge himself on them….Gods…I have entries that need written/finished for tonight, and this week-end.