Friday Frustrations

Well, well, well. My how time has FLOWN. It seems just like yesterday I was posting the inaugural Friday Frustration, and lo and behold, it is already Friday again. So I guess it is time to hit you with a few frustrations, so that we can all release and the weekend can be fully enjoyed. So this week things that have been grinding my gears:

• My puppy!! Ok, secretly I love this creature to death, but lawd have mercy he is a handful and a half and a reminder of why I still have no kids. So he’s only 4 months old, and this Saturday was the first time I had met him since I’m in D.C. most of the year. Well he’s definitely taken a liking to me, which is cool, ‘cause I like him too. However, he keeps testing me, and sooner than later we are going to fight. I guess neither my little brother nor I work up fast enough for him this morning, so when I do roll out of bed, any and everything he could get his paws on he did. I guess he wanted to start his own blog so he took EVERY pen in the house and chewed them up in a nice big pile of plastic and ink. He took one of my mom’s potted plants and practiced his gardening skills in the middle of the living room. Then, he took one of my little brothers old Pokémon stuffed toys, and chewed all the stuffing out of it. So I’m trying to clean it up and as fast as I could put stuff in the trash, he was running right behind me taking it back out. Then he decided that my swept up pile of trash was too pretty for him to not go play in and throw crap all over the place. Boss, in short I am frustrated with you!!

• I got a little spoiled living in D.C. with my car being parked in Houston. Well until I got to Houston, did a little bit of driving and realized that it now takes over $60 bucks to fill up my freaking Nissan Maxima….wtf mate!!?!?!

• This may sound a little crass, but I’m frustrated with bums. I’m a student, chances are you are panhandling more money in a year than I am making currently. I had a guy ask me before and after leaving the Red Cat Jazz Café (Great Jazz club if you are ever in Houston) if I could help him out. Now I really would love to help if I could, but with the sheer amount of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that I ate this year...yeah so NO, move around. Go get your life together, there are plenty of programs aimed at helping you get on your feet. I often wonder though, what in the world has to happen to a person that results in them just giving up on everything and being homeless. I don’t get it, but maybe I’m not supposed to get it.

• Eight months of self imposed celibacy. ‘Nuff said.

What frustrated you this week?