Another lifetime, one of toil and blood

Fucking vacuum cleaner has seized up and stopped working halfway through dehairing my floor. I am hoping that it was overheating due to extreme bag fullness - enough in there to knit my own Old English Sheepdog - and will start working again in a few minutes.

Have started bleeding. I knew it was coming - it's the only thing that explains reasonless weepy spells and posting song lyrics - but wow, shitty timing. Who the fuck designed these stupid girl parts anyway? I want a refund.

*headdesk*

ETA: Twenty minutes later: STILL. DEAD. Fuckpissbuggershitwank. I would have preferred not to have the flat quite so fur-lined.

Another lifetime, one of toil and blood

Fucking vacuum cleaner has seized up and stopped working halfway through dehairing my floor. I am hoping that it was overheating due to extreme bag fullness - enough in there to knit my own Old English Sheepdog - and will start working again in a few minutes.

Have started bleeding. I knew it was coming - it's the only thing that explains reasonless weepy spells and posting song lyrics - but wow, shitty timing. Who the fuck designed these stupid girl parts anyway? I want a refund.

*headdesk*

ETA: Twenty minutes later: STILL. DEAD. Fuckpissbuggershitwank. I would have preferred not to have the flat quite so fur-lined.

Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force

It's oddly frustrating to be in a hormone-flooded fight-picking foul mood and be with a man who's nearly impossible to fight with and never irritates me.

...except by leaving when I wanted so badly for him to stay, but that wasn't his fault.

Five hours is too short, a week's too fucking long.

Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force

It's oddly frustrating to be in a hormone-flooded fight-picking foul mood and be with a man who's nearly impossible to fight with and never irritates me.

...except by leaving when I wanted so badly for him to stay, but that wasn't his fault.

Five hours is too short, a week's too fucking long.