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2015 7 January :: 3.40am
:: Mood: morose
:: Music: Maniacs - Violence
It's late, can't sleep, everything sucks; business as usual.
Wife has requested that I don't ask her for sex for a few days, and it is a reasonable request, but sent me storming off the living room before she fell asleep to fume and sulk. Selfish prick, much? Indeed. But it was a bad day, and my typical fiendish disposition ruined the night previous, and it seems to carried over to tonight.
Garden variety feelings of worthlessness snowballed from the afternoon until coming to a head after work, and Liz went about the evening as always, and I was upset that she wasn't as sympathetic as I would have liked her to have been. But in the same breathe, I didn't want to be coddled because it's not her duty to be a 24/7 cheerleader whenever I scrape my knee (in the half-assed figurative sense).
There were some other minor incidents that pushed fomenting teenage angst into full-on grownup tantrum, but those details are too embarrassing, even for the internet. Consider yourself spared. But they struck a nerve, and now I'm pissed off, mildly chilly, and alone in a dark room ranting via a keyboard.
If I were born with a sufficient amount of testosterone, I'd just go out and hit another male, but I wasn't, so I'll sulk like a wee boy.
Fuck.
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2014 29 December :: 5.49pm
:: Music: Crude SS - Respect the Earth
At the local Chinese restaurant for an post-arbeit snack with wifey.
This isn't Facebook, but I figured a few photos from time to time wouldn't hurt anything, since finding a moment to bitch and moan about how awful things are is rather time consuming.
At the Mid-Pinellas Comic Con with my Little Family
Yet another fucking wedding day photo.
I am pleased with how life has turned out this year.
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2014 9 December :: 2.37am
:: Mood: recumbent
I've decided I'm going to be a skinhead again. The other skinheads aren't going to like this, because I have a corporate gig, albeit with a low pay grade.
So I suppose it's going to be suspenders and boots, religious head shaving, and the whole shebang, sans fist-fights and a laborer's gig. I'm preparing to be ostracized by the other fellows, but fuck 'em, they're probably not going to notice that which does not go into the outside world for leisure very often.
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