3215wasted day, no puppy, blah

[evile]

May 15, 2005

 

 

Well, I had an OK Saturday (more on that later, maybe), but today
pretty much sucked. I got up around noon, got dressed, Nikiyoy called an
said she was just now waking up, and would call me back once she was
up and fed. I laid around on the couch, she called again sometime
between 2 and 3, maybe(?) and wanted to go bowling. Ick. I said no,
and she didn't suggest anything else, said she'd see me Monday, then.
I was more up for someting swimming and hiking type thing. Oh well.
So I slept some more. I'm a lazy pig, what can I say?

Around..6? dunno, Sweetie and Peglegasus came back to the house after mowing
ours and Max's front yard with Pegs new mower (why only the front?
Only god knows....or perhaps we are all just lazy pigs)

And then we went to Mongolian BBQ where I ate far more food than I
was actually hungry for, then Sweetie & I went to the grocery store, then
to Peg's where we watched all the Sunday animation that Peg had
recorded with his cable thingy. I gave Abby [Peg's dog] 1 cookie from a vanilla
oreo sandwich cookie, and Abby went all crazy and tried to eat
cookies out of the bag and got introuble with Peg...she's not
supposed to have people food. I felt bad. It was my fault.

On the way home, Sweetie and I got into a discussion as a result, and I
said I can't help it, I'm a spoiler, I'm not a disciplinarian, and he
said something like "no, you're a regular planarian" and then I said
something about how when it's our own puppy in question, that'll be
the only fun I get out of it, because the rest of it will be me
scooping shit and taking it to the vet and walking it, and he
said "So you think you'll do all the work, eh?" and I said that's the
way it was with Nickie, so historically, yeah. He then said "You're
right, we should't get a puppy" and when I said something in reply,
repeated that, and added "let us never speak of it again" and then I
said OK. He didn't say another word to me until I volunteered to
throw his clothes in the dryer for him, and then he said "don't
trouble yourself" and went off to drink beer w/Peg.

I sense the end is nigh with this relationship...I don't have
anywhere to go with someone who ends disagreements with "never speak
of this again"...I mean, what the fuck am I supposed to say or do
when there's not any more communication?

And, really, NO, I don't want a fuckin puppy, because Sweetie's shit is
all over the goddamned house as it is,and with a puppy added to the
mix, it will be puppy getting into all the stuff that isn't put away,
and shitting on it, and pissing on it, and chewing it up, and Sweetie
yelling at the dog for getting into stuff...well, goddamn, if you are
going to leave everything you own out in the middle of the goddamn
floor, what the hell are the animals supposed to do? I know that
eventually they can be trained to chew on toys and not clothing,
shoes, or furniture, but it seems easier to me to simply remove
temptation to be bad by NOT leaving things out that you don't want
the animals to get into.

And I know I am not great with taking care of the cats' litter. But I
do keep them fed...and 90% of the time I'm the one who deals with out
of litterbox cat potty problems. I would really prefer it, once these
cats are gone, not to have any more animals. I really am NOT a fan of
piss, shit, and puke, and one of the main reasons I never wanted a
human infant is because I would prefer NOT to deal with them at all.

Done venting. I am sure Sweetie and I will get through this...probably
by never speaking of it again. Yay for passive agressive bullshit.