Cruel and Unusual

I have come to the conclusion that I hate living with people. Not any people in particular, just generally. Maybe I was meant to be far far away from people, and all there annoying habits.

I am very anal. Also known as OCD. I like things to have a place, and if you move it from that place, there is a possibility that my OCD might attack you.

I don't like sharing. Let me rephrase that, I don't like sharing certain things. Using any type of toe/finger nail clippers, cleaners is a HUGE no no. It gives me the heebee gee bees. Get your own. blech...

Unless I make out with you (Hubs) then I can't handle sharing drinks. When people ask, I have a hard time saying no, so I always let them finish it. The worst is someone asking to borrow chap stick. Uh, I have no idea who you had your lips on, or what they were on, here's a buck, buy your own.

If I have a glass, or an open bottle of anything I am drinking, and someone is near it, or leans over it, I get grossed out at the thought of something falling from their nose right into my drink.

(i am my father's daughter) - I do not like it when people touch things without asking. (such a bitch) At work, at home, anywhere. It all falls under manners to me. Especially if I have gone to the grocery store and picked something up, and when i go to eat it, it is gone. I swear I will eye poke the hell out of you.

I like my space. I am not a 24 hour people person. I like to be alone, and not have to deal with everyone ALL the TIME. Trust me, I am no great roommate, but it gets harder and harder to live with people who have no friggin idea what it's like to be in my head and all the crap I am dealing with.

Other bad habits mixed with my bad habits, just build up to one big scary situation.

Also, I am way too opinionated for my own good. If you are doing something I don't agree with, and it is happening right in my face, since it's not my place to say anything, a fire builds up inside me until my head explodes. It's cool to watch, as long as you aren't the one getting exploded on.





Sorry for all the pissy stuff. Kinda in that mood. I'm not all that bad. (sometimes)

Hubs and I were just starting to try and discuss an argument we had, when I tried to explain how I felt about something, he laughed.

Yes, folks, he laughed.
He currently is still breathing. For the moment anyways. I am trying to fight the urge to not smother his giggling face with my pillow.