I'm writing for the sake of writing, inevitably rambling, so please bare with me. I'm painting the interior of my house and it's excruciatingly long; a painstaking process. After correcting the mistakes of contractors hired to perform a specific job, I'm bothered by the fact that people just don't take pride in their trade. I could have done a hell of a lot better job in the same amount of time and would have saved thousands of dollars in the process. Having the time to do all this has been the problem. Between work and college and dealing with all the social engagements that I have to pay attention to, I just can't find the time. Thus this painting endeavor leaves me exasperated and exhausted.
I broke up with the girlfriend on July 3rd as I was just tired of her shit when she gets drunk. She gets pissed off at other people and because I'm the only one she vents to, it naturally makes sense to her to blow up at me for whatever little things pisses her off at the moment. She has had a track record for some time about doing this. She had cut back on alcohol, she then quit drinking, and then returned back to having drinks with friends. Regardless, I didn't feel too much when I called it quits. I think I was resigned to the fact that I was done after about the 9th time that it happened, and to have it happen in the midst of everything else happening, made it quite easy for me. We're still friends, but at least I can focus on all the other facets of my life that had been neglected due to making her happy.
I still need to write about the Dave Matthews Band concert I had just seen up in Pittsburgh that was supposed to be for her birthday. Awesome concert to say the least. I had almost sent out a mass alert for an extra premium seat on here, but I had a friend ditch work at the last minute to go. Anyways, it's time to get ready and head out... I've been stuck in this house for too long.
Until next time....
Later,
~Chris |
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