my life -- so far.
I am currently working at a supermarket deli and i also have the company-issued headcold, so i won't be awake for too much longer.
I've had my driver's licence for a year now.
I have to go to the mechanic this morning and get the alternator belt on my car fixed. Then I need to cash my paycheck and buy some black pants for work. My regular pants are ok for being at home and running errands but one pair won't fit at my wiast and several are loose on my legs. I can live with the legs as log as they fit at my waist.
I didn't mean to neglect my livejournal for so long, but I am an easily-distracted idiot sometimes.
I also have to go to the laundromat because weird electrical issues may have damaged my washing machine; it's plugged in but cannot be turned on.
I have no idea what to make for dinner sometimes. I work afternnons so I need simple things that can be whomped up quickly and put on a plate to be eaten. I buy food and I fucking hate having people whine at me what's for dinner. Three grown women live here and there is food, two people bring stuff home to make TO EAT, why i am the only one asked to make dinner? I live with someone who won't get off her butt and cook, and I am so sick of it.
You want to piss me off real quick, keep nitpicking AND fussing, but never bother to get your hands dirty to help, and I wll blow like Vesuvius. Guaranmotherfuckingteed.
I've had my driver's licence for a year now.
I have to go to the mechanic this morning and get the alternator belt on my car fixed. Then I need to cash my paycheck and buy some black pants for work. My regular pants are ok for being at home and running errands but one pair won't fit at my wiast and several are loose on my legs. I can live with the legs as log as they fit at my waist.
I didn't mean to neglect my livejournal for so long, but I am an easily-distracted idiot sometimes.
I also have to go to the laundromat because weird electrical issues may have damaged my washing machine; it's plugged in but cannot be turned on.
I have no idea what to make for dinner sometimes. I work afternnons so I need simple things that can be whomped up quickly and put on a plate to be eaten. I buy food and I fucking hate having people whine at me what's for dinner. Three grown women live here and there is food, two people bring stuff home to make TO EAT, why i am the only one asked to make dinner? I live with someone who won't get off her butt and cook, and I am so sick of it.
You want to piss me off real quick, keep nitpicking AND fussing, but never bother to get your hands dirty to help, and I wll blow like Vesuvius. Guaranmotherfuckingteed.