^^Oh my. Hopefully it doesn't get any worse, for your sake & his.

^He's known to be a hypochondriac (he goes though months where he swears he's going to die. When I was young, he wanted my Dad to dig him a hole in the back yard for a grave, because he was sure he was done for. He's been pretty good on that aspect for a while though) But nah, besides that. My sister wants him to see a counselor, but he wont do it. We just have to put up with the crazy.

I'm feeling strangely romantic. Is there a drug for that? Maybe I should try some pepto.

When someone passes you something and asks you to smoke it, remember not to inhale. That is my only saving grace at the moment. If I would have, I would be in the hospital right now with no medical insurance.

If Genene Jones is unattractive, then I am Fugly.

My brother renamed my cat Mr. Pickles.

My husband decided to be considerate tonight and eat out with his friends. Good riddance.

I enjoy my quiet time alone. I should get rid of this guy every weekend.

^^ Quiet time alone is a good thing. A whole weekend of it was more than I liked (surprisingly), but it's still great to just do what you like without hearing anyone's opinion on it.

I think I'll take the bus to my interview tomorrow rather than borrow the car. The interview is at 1:00, but I'd have to take the car early in the morning (to drop G off at work), and they're predicting black ice and some snow by then. The less the car is on the road, the lower the chances of some numbskull sliding into it. Going by bus means I'll get to my interview pretty early, but there are worse things than killing time at a science museum.

I actually enjoy spending time with Michael. I don't like it when he goes out
But then again, he doesn't have many friends he hangs out with.
And when we are together, we do our own things anyway.

Memo to my husband: Not wanting to spend every weekend with our "friends" does not make me a miserable b!tch.

Does anyone else get obsessive with their paperback books by taping the edges to keep them from fraying?

I've been using the TV as background noise during my artwork again, and tried to find something I'd not care about watching as to not distract me. So I put on the E-channel since I figured I wouldn't give two about their trite programs...wrong. One show really got me thining because of how much I disliked everything about it.

Fashion Police.

My thoughts; how is it that the big thing in gay culture right now is stating: "It gets better", as to reinforce that all the bullying and negative thoughts about homosexual life during one's youth is something you'll move past and than life gets better. Bullying is wrong, and it needs to stop, etc etc. But then a fashion show, which gay personalities are featured and gay artists are guests or their creations are subjects; is a non-stop parade of insults and mean-spirited comments. Fashion Police are bullies, and I'm sure that they'll say it's all in good fun, but that's what the shits who verbally and physically bully people always say; "I didn't mean nothin by it, it was just a joke". That's just hypocritical.

Also thought by me; fashion artists have always complained over their arts are always the least respected and ignored of the arts. Well, maybe it's because the jaded sense of entitlement and self-importance shown in the establishment and cliques of schools of fine arts is the most severe in fashion. Nowhere else is the creator of an artwork, the gallery displaying the artwork, and the person who chooses to purchase the artwork subject to the most loathsome and petty of insults.