Today is proving to be a shitty day. Granted, it's only noon, but shitty nonetheless...
I woke up super early (after laying in bed for an hour before falling asleep last night) , and on my way home I damn near got into more than one accident...which would've sucked more than usual, since I have no license.
Upon my arrival, I find my mother's nowhere to be found. (Score 10 for team ashley!) On my way into the house, the handle on my purse breaks, then one of the bags I'm carrying rips open and all my things fall into my muddy driveway...
By the time I actually get up to the front door, I notice a blob of something or other out of the corner of my eye - newborn kittens. More of them. The mother is nowhere to be found, and I debate taking them into the house or leaving them to grow up and be assholes like the rest of the feral cats around here. I leave them - I don't have time or patience to care for 6 newborn kittens. Bastards.
Anyway, after all that, I do some laundry...or at least try to, but the washing machine's fucked up. No one told me. Then my mother comes home and starts bitching (-5 for team ashley) and The Boy calls - something about something that's got nothing to do with me - and it's decided that my weekend sucks huge fucking old man testicles. Sickness.
At this point, I've decided that the best thing for me to do is just to go to the gym. Just...go to the gym. Spend all day there kicking my own ass, because 1) I've got nothing better to do, 2) I need it hardcore, and 3) I'm angry and disappointed and upset inside...
I just need to get away, but there's nowhere for me to get away to, and every time I think I'm going to get to get away...something happens and not only do I not get to do something, I get to do nothing.
Me + Nothing = BAD. I end up frustrated and angry and bored. And when I'm bored...I get frustrated and angry, and even moreso if I'm not alone.
Bleh. I babble and bitch too much.
Sometimes, I want to punch myself in the face. If only I could get the right angle...
I woke up super early (after laying in bed for an hour before falling asleep last night) , and on my way home I damn near got into more than one accident...which would've sucked more than usual, since I have no license.
Upon my arrival, I find my mother's nowhere to be found. (Score 10 for team ashley!) On my way into the house, the handle on my purse breaks, then one of the bags I'm carrying rips open and all my things fall into my muddy driveway...
By the time I actually get up to the front door, I notice a blob of something or other out of the corner of my eye - newborn kittens. More of them. The mother is nowhere to be found, and I debate taking them into the house or leaving them to grow up and be assholes like the rest of the feral cats around here. I leave them - I don't have time or patience to care for 6 newborn kittens. Bastards.
Anyway, after all that, I do some laundry...or at least try to, but the washing machine's fucked up. No one told me. Then my mother comes home and starts bitching (-5 for team ashley) and The Boy calls - something about something that's got nothing to do with me - and it's decided that my weekend sucks huge fucking old man testicles. Sickness.
At this point, I've decided that the best thing for me to do is just to go to the gym. Just...go to the gym. Spend all day there kicking my own ass, because 1) I've got nothing better to do, 2) I need it hardcore, and 3) I'm angry and disappointed and upset inside...
I just need to get away, but there's nowhere for me to get away to, and every time I think I'm going to get to get away...something happens and not only do I not get to do something, I get to do nothing.
Me + Nothing = BAD. I end up frustrated and angry and bored. And when I'm bored...I get frustrated and angry, and even moreso if I'm not alone.
Bleh. I babble and bitch too much.
Sometimes, I want to punch myself in the face. If only I could get the right angle...
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stina:
do you have a job?? sometimes its better if you can just work a lot.. to jsut get away from home.. no time to think about stuff...
ghoulish:
hugs.