MrMissT has not been made aware of our possible move to Kansas next year, but he certainly has his suspicions! He questions my mom everyday on whether she/we is/are staying in Portland after we all part ways. Every day!!! His paranoia and agitation have been directed at me for random crap, though, so I'm not happy. Weird shit, like he goes through my library books, questions the soap I shower with, and he's obsessed with the vitamins I'm taking. He keeps asking my mom, not me of course, where I got them. Can't tell him I dared to venture to the east side of the river to get them because he'd be pissed as hell to know I drove his precious car to a store that's all of 20 minutes, if that, away. >:Z So now I hide them in the bathroom.
As far as this Kansas deal goes, I'm still not on board. In all honesty, I'd rather try to saw through my Achilles tendon with a rusty butter knife than move to the middle of the country. In the event that I cannot stay here and do end up moving, I may have to go somewhere else from there. It's pretty much either the Northwest or the Southeast. I'm convinced that everyone in the Southwest is crazy (here's looking at you, Arizona!), and the Northeast is too damn expensive. And despite the love I feel for the state of Wyoming, I'm not down with having to hunt around for a block of tofu. So I have a travel guide for North Carolina. I had said travel guide sitting on the kitchen table, face-down, with my other papers. MrMissT saw it and accused us of planning to move back to the South. Dude, get out of my shit! So today I removed everything that looks like anything from sight. I just want some peace!
Have you ever seen a bee buzzing around without any specific direction? It has no idea where it's going, it's completely clueless about it's location, but it's pissed as hell and you know to give it a wide berth. That's me these days. I'm an angry bee. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm buzzing like an angry mofo, about to dropkick some daisies if they don't watch out. He's an idiot 5 year old who thinks it's fun to catch bugs and keep them in jars, shaking them violently when they stop moving. Sooner or later those two meet up, and the results aren't good. Hmph.
I need something good. Something nice. I'm not sure what it is, where to find it, or how to attain it, but I need it like I need my next breath. So I need to work on that. Somehow.
No comments:
Post a Comment