Today is proving to be a less-than-ideal day. But, that's what happens when I make plans, soo...I guess I should've seen it coming...
Strange as it may seem, I really hate weekends. Yeah, it's great that I don't have to work, but...neither does anyone else, and that makes for driving, shopping, and anything else that requires leaving the house hellaciously fucking irritating. For example, I should've gone to the grocery store when my mother (very rudely) woke me up at 6am, because who the hell goes to the grocery store at 6am on a saturday? No one, really...
But now, it's almost 10 amd I'm slacking hardcore. I know that the longer I put it off, the more crowded it's going to be when I get there, and the more irritated I'll be at all the damn campers who come to New Hampshire to clog the Self Check-Outs at said grocery store with their cart loads of crap and their complete inability to use the damn things.
Anyway, I can't really leave just yet, anyway. My dryer sucks bigtime so my clothes are still wet, and I can't find my damn sneakers. Or the cooler. And without the cooler, the pie and cake will fucking melt on the way to The Boy's house.
Grr.
It has, however, been a productive day at least. I cleaned lots, since cleaning's what I do when I'm angry, and angry I was when my mother came barging in my bedroom at 6am yelling about how if I want to use windex, I should buy my own damn windex because windex doesn't grow on trees.
What a tard she is. Everyone knows windex doesn't grow on trees. It grows on bushes! Pfft.
Anyway, I've got to do something productive, or I'm going to explode...
Strange as it may seem, I really hate weekends. Yeah, it's great that I don't have to work, but...neither does anyone else, and that makes for driving, shopping, and anything else that requires leaving the house hellaciously fucking irritating. For example, I should've gone to the grocery store when my mother (very rudely) woke me up at 6am, because who the hell goes to the grocery store at 6am on a saturday? No one, really...
But now, it's almost 10 amd I'm slacking hardcore. I know that the longer I put it off, the more crowded it's going to be when I get there, and the more irritated I'll be at all the damn campers who come to New Hampshire to clog the Self Check-Outs at said grocery store with their cart loads of crap and their complete inability to use the damn things.
Anyway, I can't really leave just yet, anyway. My dryer sucks bigtime so my clothes are still wet, and I can't find my damn sneakers. Or the cooler. And without the cooler, the pie and cake will fucking melt on the way to The Boy's house.
Grr.
It has, however, been a productive day at least. I cleaned lots, since cleaning's what I do when I'm angry, and angry I was when my mother came barging in my bedroom at 6am yelling about how if I want to use windex, I should buy my own damn windex because windex doesn't grow on trees.
What a tard she is. Everyone knows windex doesn't grow on trees. It grows on bushes! Pfft.
Anyway, I've got to do something productive, or I'm going to explode...