It's not that I don't like you....

It's that I don't really like you that much.....

That's how I pretty much feel about everything today so beware. May be it stems from the only phone call I got last night was work looking for a particular file or that I had spent the better part of Monday morning explaining to (*) why I don't like him nor did I appreciate his follow up contact to be at 2:30AM the following night. As he explained, he knew I was going out so it seemed like a good time to call? For WHAT??????? yea.. nice try.. next!

Side bar: I just find emasculating when a guy emails you to say: gee, thanks for blocking me on MSN! A: how do you know I blocked you and B: If that was me, I'd just gather my pride & skulk away. I wouldn't bring it to the person's attention & ask to be reinstated....ugh!... SO ANNOYING!!!!!

Maybe I'm irritated by the constant barrage of phone calls from both my dad & my brother. What is even more flabbergasting is the lack of self awareness on the part of them both. They sit & bitch about characteristics they are currently displaying while completely unaware they are doing so. I find them ... I don't quite know the words but if we were all in one room, I'm pretty sure I'd snap & tell them to both shut the f*ck up.

Perhaps the 3 cookies for breakfast weren't a good idea & now I'm on a massive sugar crash.

May be it's because I'm currently listening to Lionel Richie and well, yea... that's not hot. It was funny the first time round. Now I'm wondering why I downloaded him to my iTunes.... It's crappy music like this that makes me steal off the internet. What the hell is he saying in "All Night Long" anyways?

Perhaps it's myspace. There's lots of whore collecters & I've managed to agree to be friends with a gent who calls himself "Cougar Hunter" and out of the hundreds of 'friends' he has, he has managed to place me on his front page right smack between "Chicks That Kick" and "Jenna Jameson". I've only been on this site for 2 days but I'm starting to wonder why I don't have more pictures of me bent over... wait, no I do.