Today was good and bad.. I got up on time (primarily because my cat wanted to make every damn noise in the universe), and played World of Warcraft until about noon, when I went to take a shower. No one was home either, and so I got to have some peace and quiet to myself. Don't get me wrong. I love living here for the most part, but sometimes I just want me time ya know? At about 1:30ish I leave for work, all dolled up in the face, but wanting desperately to get a wet 2 dry straightener like Danielle's. =/

When I get to work, Tim carries on his usual tirade and I accept the compliments but tell him he better watch out for his wife. When I first get there, everyone is happy and the time goes by fast. There's just something about coming back after break that just makes everything slow way the fuck down. But whatever, anyways. I go to come home and decide I want a burger so very badly that I pull into BK, and by the time I get the food and get home, Matt's worried sick about me. Honestly, I love him more than anything, but I won't break. Half the time I think I should just give in to the cell phone thing so that he doesn't worry so much, and then I think that he shouldn't worry all too badly. I mean, I'm not exactly petite, and I have a stealthblade on me at all times. But, he does nonetheless. Well, then when I get home and get on WoW, I am talking to my Cali friend Gerund. That sets off Matt's jealousy meter. He wanted to know if me and Ger were having fun talking cos I wasn't talking to him. It's so amazing what men miss when someone else is getting it. I mean, it's not like we talk too much when we are on WoW anyways.. Sometimes, I just don't get it, or men. =/

Then, as we are going to bed, I see on his cousin's myspace comments from his sister about me (we had a little falling out), and he asks if I'm coming to bed. I tell him yea, I just was looking at what she was bitching about. Then he launches on a tirade about how I "always talk shit about her". Um, yea after I found out that she had stolen my underwear and my clothes? I think I have a little bit of a right to be pissed then. Otherwise, I have been civil in my silence towards her. It\s almost like he doesn't understand. To me, if I'm going to take the time to try to help you and to try to trust you, and you throw it away, then that shows me that you don't care, about me, about him, and about your family. Thus, I want nothing to do with her. And I know it hurts him and I don't mean for it to, but at the same time, he's only approaching this subject with me, which  I think is a tad bit unfair. I told him that if I did let something slip about her complete lack of pride, morals, honor, respect, and self-worth, it was even when I overheard (and I really did overhear, no eavesdropping honest) all the crap she's been saying about me. He said that she hasn't said anything about me. To which I replied, "Oh, bullshit. I heard her say it to Mrs. Brenda." He conceived that she may have said something, but not to him. "Well, duh. She's not that ballsy." Why would she say anything to him? She wouldn't. Exactly. At least when I say stuff, I don't pussyfoot around about it.

And then, when I went to blog about it, he was shocked that I have a blog that he doesn't know about and can't read. But I don't understand why. It's nothing short of a diary. I just feel better after writing in it, and he knows most of it. Plus, a lot of times he doesn't want to hear me rant anymore. It sucks when you think you're doing someone a favor, and find out that they resent you for it. I'm contemplating never trying to help ever again, if this is the grief for it.