Not that it's anything new or nifty...

I'd rather drown in boiling pitch

Office Christmas party is this weekend. Woodbine racetrack. Ask me how much I simply don't want to go? What, says you all, I want to skip out on a gambling opportunity to strike it rich and quit? ( Yes, I do. For good reason )

Besides, I only have so many weekends left before Christmas. And I'd like to have some down-time. Also, I'm antisocial. Sorta.


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Maybe I'm defective but...

Why is it that I attract men that feel the need to race into relationships. The kind of guy that want to snog on the first date, or expect me to commit all of my free time to them? What happened to the guys that wanted to have a female friend for movie's that they can't admit to the buds they kind of want to see? Or to go Christmas shopping with, or to get to know as a friend? ( Why? WHY? Let me expound the problem. )

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And saving the best for last... or Saturday

For my weekend THRILL -- I'm cleaning the house tomorrow. Since I can't do it on Sunday. Top to bottom thorough cleaning. It's a freakin' pig-sty and since I woke up at midnight obssessing over the state of the kitchen, I know it needs addressed sooner rather than later. Laying the clean dishes away at 1:15am, and sweeping the floor is not mentally healthy. I know this. I accept this. (And since when have I ever been accused of being sane?!)

*cough* I digress. The problem? Little Brother has two days off and it's his life-goal to trash the house during that time.

He's a careless slob. Piles up empty boxes on top of the garbage can rather than collapsing them down and sticking them in the recycling bin. Throws his suit jacket / ties / outdoor coat / gloves on the dining room table. Scatters copies of his invoices EVERYWHERE... Leaves empty water bottles or coke cans on the counters / tables / endtables... and bathrooms? I know WHAT the "eww-mess" is, but I don't want to theorize how it happens. It's too wiggy.

Also? Vacuuming. I realize the DOG is frightened of the vacuum but I don't understand Little Brother's problem with it.

Mom says I can't kill Little Brother, though. So that means I just have to clean the mess my fool self.

Gah. I need a vacation.