Unfortunately I still need to be able to see where I'm going, although she is pasty and thin enough that when I put my sunglasses on she does fade into the background somewhat.
I should be in bed now, but I'm crap at falling asleep early and the students round here are still a bit noisy. I'm just about to go and make my 'going to be' cup of tea and then think about sleep.
I think you should kill her and bury her under chimps new house That's be so awesomely entertaining when they go digging for treasure! Chimp would be on TV and everything
PFFFT! You'd never ignore me. You love me too much Besides. Your OCD female need to know all the latest gossip far outweighs your female hormonal dysfunctional disorder (FHDD).
I had a lazy afternoon of girly stuff yesterday. Woke up today and fancied putting in a bit of training but when I got there the gym was closed used to be open a couple of hours on Sundays 12-2 for open sparring, guess no one was up for it so they stopped
What a good idea! Frodo rushes off to buy a spade...
Well, I survived the weekend away. She is such a wuss. She will not make a single decision and only every answers me with 'I don't know, what do you think/want to do' etc. We had a bit of a falling out because she said that when I get snappy at her it makes her more stressed. How she can more stressed is beyond me, she exists in a permanent state of stress. I only really snapped at her because she wouldn't give me a straight answer over where/what she would eat for dinner. All I blinking wanted her to do was say she that she would eat at a certain resteraunt, she wouldn't eat there or she had never eaten that type of food so didn't know what it was like. We ended up at an all you can eat Turkish buffet place which was really good, all she had was some bread and a bit of mixed salad, and then she spent Sunday complaining that her stomach hurt. She's a hypochondriac pain in the butt. Next time we go away, she can eat her tomato and cucumber in the hotel whilst I go out for some nice dead animal somewhere.
Normally, I'm quite a nice, tolerant, accepting person, but I can't deal with her refusal to make any decisions - even about whether she wants the window seat on the train! I still can't believe she has a boyfriend!
I have a bottle of 95% ethanol in my room and am sorely tempted to drink it all!
Seriously, I'd be a lot more sympathetic to her if she just gave me a straight answer when I asked her a question. I'm running round the country with her to collect samples for HER phd and she is about as much use as a chocolate teapot. I don't know what my boss would have done if I hadn't been able to make this trip. Antifoodie is incapable of arranging, running and making day to day decisions about the project. She might be great in the lab environment, but she is useless at fieldwork! She is also far too timid to be let out in public by herself!
She'll feel a lot more intimadated when I finally snap and beat the snot out of her the next time she says "I don't know" "I don't mind" "what do you want to do"!
It's driving me up the freaking wall. I'm not a naturally dominant personality/ leader, so having to make all the decisions, plan and run everything with no input from her is stressing me. That being said. I like being able to run things my way and around my time periods. It would just be nice to get some positive reaction from her. It's getting to the point where, if she's not careful, I'll start taking advantage of her lack of backbone and make her do all the crappy jobs.
I have to be constantly upbeat and cheerful because she walks round with a face on her like a wet weekend. She hardly every initiates conversation, so I end up babbling about stupid stuff, she often misses what I'm saying (or misinterprets it), due to the language thing and half the cultural references I make she doesn't know - she didn't get my Elmer Fudd 'I'm hunting wabbits' joke the other day, she doesn't really get British humour/sarcasm/understatement. It's a total nightmare!
The train was delayed last night and all the announcements were in Swedish but when we finally arrived home, she asked me why we were late. How the heck was I supposed to know that! I get 1 Swedish word in 20 if I'm lucky (and those are only the ones that sound like the English version).