Yeah how creative is that title? Not at all.
Just a mini-rant that I kind of just had to get out for no reason other than getting it out will make me feel better.
An example of two things this week Steve did that annoyed me.
1. Last weekend at Chris' BBQ, he was actually on realatively good behavior. He made an attempt to start conversations with people, he didn't say anything to make me want to break out in tears or kick him in the kidney (or both), so overall a pretty good day (despite earlier that day trying to start an argument with me on about ten separate occasions, you know probably so we would have to have a "discussion" and then convienently miss the party, but hey I wasn't falling for that trick again). The only thing he really did came right at the end of the night, almost like he said "fuck it, I was nice to your friends all day, I have to get one episode of asshattery in". Terri had given me a painting she had done which she appropriately named "Pinhead was Here" because it's essentially chalkboard black with blood colored drips running all down it (you can see it here). Anyway I had commented on her blog sometime before my birthday how I liked it, so she gave it to me as my birthday present when we arrived at the cookout. So pick it up (Steve hadn't seen it yet) with the rest of my stuff and Steve's all like "what's that?" and I told him it was my present which Terri had made, mind you all my firends including Terri are standing in the room, and he's says something along the lines of how it's either not getting hung up, or maybe even ruder like we'd hang it in a closet where no one could see it... but OMFG, could you be more rude?! You know you don't have to like it, not all art is for everyone, I mean I've certainly made fun of certian pieces in my lifetime, but do you have to do it right in front of the artist? Fortunately, unlike me, Terri doesn't let negative criticism phase her. She's still doing cool drip art whereas I would have gone home and thrown all my canvases on a bonfire.
2. Yesterday: Steve's bank had gotten graffitied sometime overnight. So he has to go over and "take a look at it" and then after that we were going to head over to Fabric Place to get some stuff I need to finish one of my projects. So me and Meaghan are mostly dressed, except shoes and all of a sudden he's out of the shower and like dressed and at the bottom of the stairs and hes yelling at me because we're not ready to go . Except well you didn't tell us we were leaving like seconds after you got out of the shower, not to mention we are ready except shoes which take like a minute to put on. It's not like the fucking graffiti is going anywhere! So I throw shoes on me and Meaghan and get halfway out the door (mind you hes like already started the car at this point, another habit I hate because instead of asking me if he can carry anything or help me with Meaghan in any way hes like practically driving off without us half the time). He yells at me "where's the camera?" and I'm all like wha? huh? "Why would we need the camera?" "To take pictures, I told you that". Um no you never said anything about taking pictures you said you were going to "take a look at it" that does not in anyway imply or translate to me "go charge the camera and take it with us". So then we get there and he looks at the graffiti, goes inside to call his boss and then we pull away and drive off to our next destination. After all that, he didn't even use the GODDAMN CAMERA!!!!!!!!!!!! WTF?
The worse part is I know this sounds like I make this shit up, or that maybe it's just a once and a while thing, but this is pretty much my life every single day. I swear I totally need an intervention or something, because I must be absolutely fucked in the head to still be putting up with this, and yet I can't seem to just pack my shit and send the divorce papers.