the coffee was cold today the roaches are taking over the kitchen, the hallway this week, probably for a while now. "don't leave your purse on the floor." geez. duh.
there are no paper cups to heat up some coffee in the microwave at least my personal thermal cup is metal, actually it's Jenae's, but mine for now today, and not microwave nor bomb friendly but i guess it's time to buy a new one. a ceramic one and the powdered non-dairy creamer i drink has no cover perfect for ifestation of the mighty nuclear cockraoch. not to mention the toilets. the toilets are on the brink. all 3 of them? all of them she said. does that mean all 3? i guess so. they're spraying water on the flush all over the floor. flood. no where to pee anymore.
and Jenae's computer is buzzing off the brink, sounds like it's going to blow. the computer guy came over "don't die, don't die," i told him i was scared. if it starts blowing sparks we'll run. before we die. before it dies.
and in his hurt, in between his anger and pain, he insulted my friends this morning. it's an old pattern i know too well. and i used to take it personally. now i don't take it at all, but think about running away instead. running away like a preadolescent child. because his anger and pain is just all so childish and unnecesary. and holds me down, pulls me back. no more i say. no more i say. but its really not such a big deal. tomorrow it will be forgotten. overall. both of us knowing. love is a battlefield.
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