Illegitimate Transfer of Inalienable European Rights via Convention(s) & Supranational Bodies Establishment of Sovereignty-Usurping Supranational Body Dictatorships Enduring Program of DEMOGRAPHICS WAR on Europeans Enduring Program of PSYCHOLOGICAL WAR on Europeans Enduring Program of European Displacement, Dismemberment, Dispossession, & Dissolution
No wars or conditions abroad (& no domestic or global economic pretexts) justify government policy facilitating the invasion of ancestral European homelands, the rape of European women, the destruction of European societies, & the genocide of Europeans.
U.S. RULING OLIGARCHY WAGES HYBRID WAR TO SALVAGE HEGEMONY [LINK | Article]
Who's preaching world democracy, democracy, democracy? —Who wants to make free people free?
Can't zombieout on the PC to my satisfaction, because my equilibrium has been disturbed by all arguments in this house.
I feel sick in the stomach and my brain has seized up.
I'm not doing the arguing. I'm quiet and listening to loud music with headphones on while trying to read stuff ... but every now and then I get verbally harangued for 'not helping' (even though I wasn't specifically asked to do anything, and when I offered to vacuum the water off the carpets, I was told 'no'). So WTF am I supposed to do?
The carpets have been ruined by several inches of water from my bath, as it's impossible to suck all the water out of the underlay (without professionals, I guess). So carpet's destined for the garbage tip.
I'm sitting here and I'm pissing myself laughing every time I get told off, because it really *is* funny. Even getting told off is funny, in a queasy way.
Oddly, I don't care about the carpet. Losing the carpet is as funny as losing my hair.
I'm losing my hair and I've lost my carpet, but I have something ENDURING: I don't care ...
I think. I don't know.
Maybe I'll be devastated tomorrow.
Are my eardrums blown, or is the music never loud enough? LOL
The Kitchen
Rissoles
Rissoles in Strog Sauce
Rissoles - Dinner #1
Rissoles - Dinner #2
Rissoles turned out OK. Prepared too many, so it's rissoles twice in row.
Didn't think they'd turn out nice if frozen. But I suppose you could freeze them. I really don't know. Would you believe he's still ranting at me over the flooded carpet? When I was cooking I had the 'fan inspection'. Did I turn it on? Nope. I forgot. LOL Told me to leave the kitchen tap running so I can flood the kitchen as well. LMAO ... I almost did. Seriously. Not sure what happened.
Jesus, the melodrama is starting to piss me off now. It's depressing me. I can't believe that anyone can carry on for so long. It's like living with f*cking woman.
I'm not liking this. I don't like dealing with other people's emotions. My own emotions are bad enough. LOL. It's unpleasant. I feel sick. I've run out of laughs.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyI-ZWWi5Jo
Still at it. What an assh*le. It's started to give me the shakes. I've got some sort of nervous shake happening now. It's like being really cold and having a nervous shake at the same time. It's a horrible feeling.
Told him we need to live in this house on a shifts basis, so we don't have to see each other. LOL
He was still ranting on his way outside for a cigarette. Think I should help myself to his beers so that I can maybe regain that I don't care feeling happening like before, when all of this was still funny.
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