Thursday, October 11, 2007

The Angry Dome (Yes I stole it, get over it!)

I'm really angry tonight. Partly because of an email I received from my sister over the teensy weensy bit of land we're selling to the water board and her 'clarification' of who gets what share. She's so materialistic and if she cries poor mouth once more, I'll challenge her to a house swap! As if we need to have that old tale reiterated. Babysis . . .you get 1/5, always had, always will. So get off my case! You'll get what's coming to you.

Partly because I spent the best part of my lunch hour with a rather attractive red-head shoving a 15 inch KY Jellied probe up my shoofter and photographing my ovaries and partly because someone I know is being treated particularly badly by their employer and he's a good operator and partly because Sgt Bilko is back on Monday and partly because I'm fat and partly because i have an addictive personality and partly because . . I've been listening to Radiohead's new CD all afternoon.

I need an outlet. I've had a go on the walking machine but that just fed the anger . . I walked more and more aggressively, sweated more heavily, puffed louder but the scream within would not surface. Then I watched a violent movie to try to get it out of my system but it was lame. Don't rent 28 Weeks Later . . it's rubbish. So, had a couple of drinks. Fed the dog and watched the news. And that made things worse. Tabloid tearies and the bloody horse flu combined with the upcoming election of two parties so similar I don't know for whom to vote and whatever footy star on a $4 million contract managed to beat the poo out of some poor unsuspecting bastard in some Queensland pub. Did nothing else happen in the world today?

Then the bogongs started flitting into the kitchen. Not en masse as in the city but enough to make the down lights flicker and give me a headache. Then the kids bedrooms are not just adorned by the indescernable piles of clothes some of which are clean, some of which are dirty but like a bunch of Iraqis in a souk I can't tell the good guys from the bad. I'm angry that ClareBear's talking about packing her stuff in boxes and she's not even leaving the country for 3 months. Then there's the small matter of just $25 in the bank and payday on Tuesday! Everywhere I look, everywhere I go there are irritations that normally don't bother me but today . . everything is pissing me off.

I'd kick my dog if I didn't like her so much. And all this only 24 hours after Absolute Vanilla gives me a 'Nice' award. I don't feel nice. I feel like I want to beat the bejeezus out of some poor sap, throw pool balls through the glass window (it shatters slowly like a windscreen, very satisfying . . .DrummerBoy managed to achieve this effect some years ago with a wayward dart!). I want to throw a brick through somebody's window or throw my glass into the fireplace (if only I had one). And now, there's a thunder storm moving in so I'll have to turn off my PC otherwise I'll be angry when lightening hits the ADSL connection and fries my motherboard. So, my friends . . . any suggestions for anger management . . .especially without knowing the cause? There, got that off my chest. Actually . . I feel a bit better now. Fucking hormones.

14 comments:

Daz said...

Why would I care about you stealing my blog name??

It's not like you stole the URL and put Chinese crap on it ...

Baino said...

Daz: You're a little ray of light in an otherwise grey world, I love your little rugger bones. But tonight Fuck off! (no offense) And, I hate the way the Chinese drive and smell like Garlic. See! Hormones are turning me into a racist.

elly parker said...

Call the Skype test call number (Echo123) and scream obscenities at her...

Brianf said...

How do you make a hormone?
Don't pay her.

Daz said...

You tell me to fuck off, and you expect me not to take offence?

Baino said...

Elly: Your're a genius
Brian: You're so predictable
Daz: C'mon Paduan. You know you're my little ray of sunshine!

Grannymar said...

and when you finish with the Skype woman, watch a 'Weepie'!

People don't do that anymore.

Years ago when we were screaming inside with hormonal frustration we went to a weepie film like Madame X and sobbed through it.

Once outside again we may have had red eyes but the form was terrific!

Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

I'm told that beating the stuffing out of a pillow works really well. And I know for a fact that driving in your car with the windows up, the music on loud and just screaming is a real cure. You gotta let it out. Hormones like outings. Or else do as Grannymar suggests, it's not a bad option at all - or of course, you could watch a movie that makes you split your sides laughing.
And oh, I still think you're nice - nicely human ;-)
So here's a nice big nice hug and lots of love coming your way.
:-)

Baino said...

GM: You're the voice of reason.
AV: It's a rare thing for me to be cranky for no reason and I'm a big believer in the seven second hug even if it's virtual. Thanks.
Daz: You're a prince. Really!

Nonny said...

Ahh did you have a bad day dude? I hope this one is better. I hate those scroungeeee siblings I have one whom along with his family still live in my parents house even when I was selling my own house the hand was out. By far the best thing to do when in such bad form is put everbody else in one to!

Daz said...

Dude?!? You're a dude????


AAAAAAAAH!

Anonymous said...

Hello, I would be the "Scroungee Sibling"...the one who cried over my sisters blog - very hurtful and untrue. I would also be the one that feeds her horses 3 times a day (even though I work) I would also be the one who demands NOTHING of my sister except the odd babysitting job for my children - her neice and nephew. My husband would be the one who supported her son with all of his motorbike pursuits and many hours spent in our back paddock tearing around, laughing having fun on our bikes. Yep I would be the Scroungy Sibling as one blogger felt the need to call me. The only thing I have ever wanted from Baino is her love and coffee every saturday so our labs could play and we could enjoy each others company.

Baino said...

Nonny: It's not at all like that. She's highly principled and very self sufficient and not at all after a hand out. I misinterpreted an email she sent and because of my foul demeanour responded with a sharp tongue. The perils of arguing via type instead of personal communication.

Daz: You know better.

BabySis: There was a misunderstanding, a black mood, a confrontation, a hug and a reconciliation . . .you have my love . . you always did.

Nonny said...

Oh dear only saw this now. Sorry Baino's Sister, I got the wrong end of the stick, I have a tendency to judge other peoples families by my owns very poor standards, my most sincere apologies.