I was going to write a snarky entry (about something SG-related)... but decided not to.
I still want ice cream.
Dammit.
I start work tomorrow... I didn't do dishes, today. I'm tired of cleaning. I want help. But I know LittleFierceOne has been working his ass off, and I don't blame him for wanting to do stuff for himself when he gets home. I would.
Oh, shit... and I promised to clean the litterbox before bed. I hate cleaning... because it's neverending... and the fruits of your labor are so seldom enjoyed - because enjoying the space you just cleaned usually means dirtying it up, again. Which means you just have to clean it. Again.
I dunno why I'm in such a snarky/blah mood... the humidity? The fact that we didn't get the thunderstorms we were promised (I love thunder/lightning)? I feel loved and appreciated... I'm just... bored? Or... something else. I don't know.
Snarky/blah. Blarky? I guess that would be emo... haha. I'm sure I'll feel better after sleep.
And some fucking ice cream.
I still want ice cream.
Dammit.
I start work tomorrow... I didn't do dishes, today. I'm tired of cleaning. I want help. But I know LittleFierceOne has been working his ass off, and I don't blame him for wanting to do stuff for himself when he gets home. I would.
Oh, shit... and I promised to clean the litterbox before bed. I hate cleaning... because it's neverending... and the fruits of your labor are so seldom enjoyed - because enjoying the space you just cleaned usually means dirtying it up, again. Which means you just have to clean it. Again.
I dunno why I'm in such a snarky/blah mood... the humidity? The fact that we didn't get the thunderstorms we were promised (I love thunder/lightning)? I feel loved and appreciated... I'm just... bored? Or... something else. I don't know.
Snarky/blah. Blarky? I guess that would be emo... haha. I'm sure I'll feel better after sleep.
And some fucking ice cream.
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there. I commented.
I'm sure I said this already, but thanks for my sparkly lady.
Ha ha I feel you on all the cleaning. I have managed to get just enough done so that if people break in they won't think I'm a slob. And that's about all I'm gonna get to. When I come home this mountain of laundry is gonna eat me whole...it will probably be saying "Feed me, Persephoenix, feed me..." I should name it Audrey 3.
Hooray for being done with the schools for now and being a senior! You are teh roxzor
I want a kitty napping on my lap. For now i settle for ICHC.
I love smell memories (the good ones anyway)...Cut lumber is one of mine but for a very different reason...it brings back to me drama builds after school and my quarters in set construction practicum. I really loved using those power tools so the smell of wood was empowering.
Sadly there was a horrible smell memory from those times...they cut certain paints with animal proteins and so all the paints smelled like rotted decaying animals, and I often found myself reeking of it for days.
But I like to think about that lumber smell. I'm concentrating on it right now and I can actually pull it up. The smell of sawdust mixed with the hot metal of the radial arm saw.
GOOD TIMES!
big huge huggins to you! Hope maybe you'll be able to make it out Charlotte. If I didn't have to go to my mom's I would so have carpooled...
Next time Gadget, next time!!!
Love!