Ya know what ... the French bitch upstairs is spoiling my space ... I came home excited ... renewed ... had a great day at work ... was having a fabulous hair day [not that it matters it is me and one other person in the office ... but still a great hair day is a great day] ... I printed all these fabulous photos ... bought frames ... avoided most of the traffic out there ... and then I get home and my chest hurts ... and I don't want to talk too loud ... have the TV too loud ... smoke at all ...


I just feel spoiled ... and not like I am getting a whole bunch of gifts spoiled ... but rotten spoiled ... since getting home I have felt teary [and I am not PMSing] ...


shit man this is my birthday week ... the whole week is supposed to be great ...


there is some good news ... I got Friday off of work ... and David's brother Drew is coming to stay with us for the weekend ... and my parents are taking us to Outback for dinner [gotta love the free meal on your birthday ... I always pick something David and I couldn't afford] ...


but for now I am going to stop bitching about the French Bitch ... worry about my own feelings more than hers ... and look forward to turning 33 ... something I have looked forward to for quite some time ...


in fact I think I will go have a smoke before heading to bed ... and this one I am going to enjoy ...


of course tomorrow I am going to buy some hard core incense and burn it all night on the patio ... :)


and on a side note ... do you think her being French and the impending war have anything to do with her heightened disdain for me ... it has been almost 4 months without an incident ... this week Bush talks that we are closer and closer and she has blown through several cans of air freshener ... slammed the door more times than I can count ... and stomped around so much she might need new shoes ...