Nope, I'm sorry. There's only the thunk sound if you put force behind it. You meant to thud. Clearly.Clearly.
So... Olives on a muffaletta? Maybe a sprinkle of pecans? How do you pronounce that anyway?
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Nope, I'm sorry. There's only the thunk sound if you put force behind it. You meant to thud. Clearly.Clearly.
So... Olives on a muffaletta? Maybe a sprinkle of pecans? How do you pronounce that anyway?
Who's there?
Control freak. Now you say "Control freak who?" ...
I laughed and laughed and laughed when a friend told that to me. Pete mock-glared at me and said "Yes, I know why you find this so amusing, gothygirl."
Puh-KAHNs, you mean?
Control freak who?
Control freak. Now you say "Control freak who?" ...
I LOVE this joke! (I've heard it before but it never fails to get a laugh from me!)
(My second favorite knock, knock joke is the interupting cow.)
I LOVE this joke! (I've heard it before but it never fails to get a laugh from me!)
It's my favoritest knock-knock joke ever. I've had to stop myself from saying "Now you say 'control freak who'" at Pete so many times ...
Well, that didn't exactly go smoothly. Since I was on the verge of tears when I started talking to my dad.
I don't even know how to sum up. He repeatedly informed me that I didn't have a job, as if I didn't fucking know that, and that I wasn't going to just get an offer tomorrow, and people could always call my cell, so I didn't have to be here. And when he asked me to open and honest about why I was resisting, my voice finally broke to tell him he was forcing me to do everything. And so he reminded me that everyone ever sees their family, and how long had I been gone from home, how long, huh, HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN GONE (six years). And I was using the same excuses about having to be home every minute of the day to look for a job. So what, huh, did I want him to come up here? He'll buy a ticket, and a ticket for my mom, and everyone will come up here to see me since one person can't come down and see them. No, no, he didn't have to do that. Well, then, he was buying a ticket to Atlanta tomorrow, and if I found a job in the next week, he would cancel it. He had to go back to work now.
He was so fucking angry. It pissed me off.
Then, to my mom, who told me to stop crying first. And asked me if I still wanted to be in the family. Then why didn't I want to move back home? I gave her several random answers for why I wanted to stay here, rather than the HELLO I DON'T WANT TO LIVE AT HOME EVER AGAIN answer. She didn't say anything. I told her there was no reason to move twice in so short a period, but she said not to worry about, she would take care of it, and I told her it wasn't just a practical thing, it was nothing she could fix, but she didn't say anything. I don't think there is anything I could possibly say to make them understand why I would rather live here than live at home. And I am so fucking tired of feeling attacked for my decision. So. Fucking. Tired.
And then Deb called, and I was still on the verge of tears, and she asked how I was, and I said I was flustered, because my mom had no permission to do what she'd just done, and I started crying again. She asked what I wanted to do, and I told her I'm sure my mom had told her about my job search and whatever, so I wasn't sure. And she said the thing was it was easy for her to void the new lease, which would force me to leave by August 18, but once I entered the new lease, there was no provision to get out of it. I would be stuck with it for the full twelve months. If I left, I'd have to find a subletter or pay double rent. I told her I'd let her know after I looked at my options. Someone better me a job RIGHT NOW.
God, I suck at life.
I suck at life.
No fuckin' way. Life is yanking you around all the twists it can find to see how long you can last. Just hang on. When you land that job you've been waiting for, you can hop off the torture train, kick the wheels and say "fuck you, bitch" while you skip away, whistling a merry tune.
Just when I think I'm the only one who knows how to live between a rock and a bigger rock. Yeah, man.
Awww, P-C, I'm sorry. You need to go to a temp agency and just get some income even it's not career related for right now.
You're going to be dead miserable if you let your folks make decisions for you. You're going to have to assert your autonomy if you want to keep it.