Everyone loves acronyms, especially the military! It’s more efficient to speak in acronyms, then explaining what they mean to people who don’t know.
IDGAF=I don’t give a fuck
GFY=Go fuck yourself
What does this have to do with the price of a pedicure in Iceland? Absolutely nothing. I also think people who enjoy pedicures must have neurological leakage that attaches a stranger digging at their toenails to their g-spots. Gross. Bunch of freaks. Go ahead and get mad, you know I’m right.
MC has been complaining about his lack of sleep. How he only slept two hours Thursday night and had to be awake SUPER early Friday. His normal half-days start at 11:30am, but his Friday half-day began at 7:30. I mentioned last week or the week before, that I got kicked out of the master bedroom for being ‘disruptive’. That happens when I have to get up every 45 minutes to use the bathroom and I can’t get comfortable because my legs are on fire and my back is screaming bloody murder at me. I was happy to oblige and move my armload of stuff into the guest bedroom that has a MUCH more comfortable bed. I can also cry all night long without being disruptive. I’m such a considerate mate (discount the numerous instances I’ve screamed obscenities at him).
Last night I had a wonderful chat with a friend (it’s nice to talk to someone who might be just as much of a spaz as me), then tried to settle in for some sleep. I wasn’t hopeful. My pain has grown wings and is carrying me away. I got my sacrum to crack when I rolled my hips. Initially it felt great and then the herniated disc and its bulging neighbor upstairs were like, “BWAAAA! REMEMBER US, STUPID?!” It’s usually a dull ache. When I piss off the doughnut monsters in my back, it’s shooting pain from my hips, into my ass, and halfway down my legs where the pain meets the fire that is my peripheral neuropathy. Zap, zap, zap, tssssss. I laid there for almost three hours trying meditate myself to sleep until my ex started sending me messages on Facebook about a new girl he has been scrumping. At least someone is getting some action.
4am is close enough to sunrise to start another day without ending the one before it. Fuck it. Lights, socks, shoes, preparing myself to head downstairs for some tea. As to not disturb the sleeping beast, I walked over to the master bedroom to shut the door. We both sleep with our bedroom doors open so we can hear distress calls from the other. Man, what a fucked up reality we live in. When I got to the doorway, I noticed the glow of a screen. Porn at 3:45am. Funny, he never complained about not getting enough sleep when I was in there with him because he doesn’t do that shit when I’m around. This is probably the REAL reason he wanted me to leave. He missed all of his cockwaffle eating cumdumpsters.
All of a sudden, I have no empathy for his ‘insomnia’. I’d tell him to go fuck himself, but he beat me to the punch.