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Brilliant_Rock
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Date: 5/13/2010 3:35:39 PM
Author: thing2of2
She cannot just say something once, or mention that something bothers her once. She has to repeat herself and really hammer the point home. I blame her family...her older sister just taught her a new saying: 'If it's worth saying once, it's worth saying a hundred times!' Yeah, she really does say it a hundred times.
Oh MAN!
-She does this too. I discovered after meeting her mother that it's a learned trait.
-She also has Hysterical Blindness. In fact, she also has Hysterical almost everything. I have never seen a woman wig out so fast over a minor thing like a SHATTERED TOOTH. (Her: Have YOU tried to find a dentist for a same-day appointment on short notice during March Break?!)
-She can't just ask/explain something, she has to provide CONTEXT. For the love of god, honey, just ask for no cilantro because you are allergic, you don't have to tell them the graphic details involving vomit to press home the point that you mean 'no cilantro'. (Her: Actually, it's necessary to instill the fear of me puking in their restaurant to convince them no cilantro does not mean 'almost' no cilantro). She has to spend 5-10 minutes setting up the backstory to a punchline.
-She cannot fix her own drink. I will be in the middle of watching something when I hear "HonnneeeEEEEEE?" in this annoying cutesy voice, and now I just stick out my hand for her glass without even looking at her. She says it's because they taste better when I make them.
-She raids food off my plate. She refuses my offer to make some for her, but then will steal bites of mine after I sit down. She says it tastes better when it's off my plate.
-She covers the bathroom vanity with her girlie stuff. I swear it breeds. She'll clean it, then the next day there is a hairbrush, an elastic, and a face wash. The next day there's a hairbrush, an elastic, two bobby pins, a comb, two face washes, a 'toner' (wtf is a toner?), three moisturizers, a sunscreen, a lip gloss, some makeup thingies, and a freaking partridge in a pear tree. She has ONE FACE. Why does it need all this stuff?
-Her HAIR. She has super long hair that goes down to her bum, so not only does it block my view when she's roaming around looking for her bathrobe, it gets EVERYWHERE. I could fill a trash bag with the number of vacuum belts her hair has killed. I'll try to vacuum the living room, and my industrial-strength vacuum will be smoking in minutes, and then she has this astonished look when I open it and haul out the strangled roller. I have found her hair:
- Wrapped around my toes
- In the crack of my bum
- Wrapped around my JUNK (Often. She thinks it's funny and makes jokes about marking her territory. I wonder if it's possible it could ever cut off circulation?
- In my mouth
- In my armpit
The mess it makes in the shower is so bad that I had to purchase one of those hair catchers before it destroyed our tub drain. She has to have all this stupidly expensive hair stuff, and spouts things like 'dimethicone' and 'SLS-free' when I ask why she needs $10 shampoo instead of $2 shampoo.
- Makeup. I try to ignore how much this stuff costs, and I hate it when she wears it. She always underestimates the amount of time it will take to put it on, so I end up waiting around for her to get ready and we are ALWAYS LATE.
- She's always late for everything, and the more effort she makes to be on time, the later she is. She frantically rushes around EVERY MORNING, despite having ample time to get ready.
- She curses like a sailor when playing video games, and has ragestroke issues when things don't go right. She'll start something, not be good at it, and abandon it. These things take PRACTICE, honey!
- Her self-esteem is a minefield. Every compliment I make has the potential to explode into a crying mess, or worse, a gloom that lasts for days with frequent bed-stays. She does NOT know how to take a compliment.
- She has this obsession with my feet, because I hate them. I like to stick my feet in her lap or in her way when she's trying to read her laptop, because it's funny how annoyed she gets, and she retaliates by yanking off my socks, whipping them around her head like a stripper move while WHOOPING, and then lets 'em fly, so our living room is sprinkled with discarded socks.
- She is always behind on the laundry, even though I keep up with the dishes and the kitchen.
- She is an emotional cook. She rarely cooks, because when she does, if it doesn't go right she wigs out. I do most of the cooking as I don't take it personally when it doesn't turn out right.
- She has a million pet names for my junk, and likes to talk to it. While I appreciate the attention, it's a little creepy sometimes. Does she have to use that cutesy voice girls use when talking to lapdogs?!