I wanna take you for granted
Emi's post with the banners inspired me, so it's time to talk about QAF. We recently finished Season 3 and it was a fucking drama fest. Seriously, I don't think I've ever watch so many tension packed, overly emotional, depressing episodes in any tv series. I mean, it was wonderful, but it was so hard to get through, and now I just want to watch Season 4.
Right now is probably the only moment I wish I had a camera phone like Em because the cutest thing ever is occuring a couple of feet away from me. Fondu has fallen asleep on Kailey's pillow, his eyes all squishy and cute like kitties do when they sleep, and right next to him is Rodgie sprawled out on the bed, one of his little leggies hanging off the side. They make me crazy, and sometimes I just want to kill them, but I guess this is one of those moments that supposedly makes it worth it. :P
Today has been really dark and rainy like without the rain. Thats sort of a disappointment. After completing our ice cream survey last night, T, Kailey and I decided that we would only be frequenting Dairy Queen from now on, since experiences at Polar Bear and Dairy Bar have been lackluster and unfulfilling.
I watched a bunch of episodes of The Inferno on Mtv which I alternated with vacuuming up crap/dog hair in the living room/dining room. It sucked. Well the show was pretty good, but the vacuuming as usual was a disaster. I hate the piece of shit vacuum my mom replaced the "broken" one I bought with. It sucks ass.
There are dishes from last nights dinner and laundry that has to be put away and I just wish the kids would come home and take their respective shit and do something with it, because I don't want to listen to my mom bitch if she comes home and finds out there has been wet laundry in the washer since yesterday. I give up.
Its hard to think about work because I dread it but would love to go tomorrow if I had the chance. Money is slowly running out and I don't know what we're going to do if I can't go back to work until May. When I think about it I just want to lay down and never get up again.
Now Rodgie is curled up into his signature "oh isn't that sleeping doggie so cute!" ball. I hate that I have to love him. It would make it so much easier if I didn't.
I'm kinda mad at my mom for being so useless. See I can't decide if I'm really angry that she's not here helping, or relieved because I don't have to listen to her stupid mouth run 24 hours a day.
I remember when Emi and I used to laugh about how people say these are the best years of your life. If these are the fucking best years of my life, count me out for the rest of them. There is no way that is possible. It has to get better than this. How do people survive if it doesn't get better than this? I refuse to believe it. The only thing that keeps me going is the thought that there will be some reprieve from this shit. That one day we won't have to worry about money, one day we will be able to take a vacation, one day we will have a permanent place to live, and stability and a whole other slew of things that supposedly come with adulthood. If this is the best, what the fuck do we have to look forward to?
I'm looking forward to this weekend...just me, Theresa, nothing to do for two days...
Take care kiddies ;)
Right now is probably the only moment I wish I had a camera phone like Em because the cutest thing ever is occuring a couple of feet away from me. Fondu has fallen asleep on Kailey's pillow, his eyes all squishy and cute like kitties do when they sleep, and right next to him is Rodgie sprawled out on the bed, one of his little leggies hanging off the side. They make me crazy, and sometimes I just want to kill them, but I guess this is one of those moments that supposedly makes it worth it. :P
Today has been really dark and rainy like without the rain. Thats sort of a disappointment. After completing our ice cream survey last night, T, Kailey and I decided that we would only be frequenting Dairy Queen from now on, since experiences at Polar Bear and Dairy Bar have been lackluster and unfulfilling.
I watched a bunch of episodes of The Inferno on Mtv which I alternated with vacuuming up crap/dog hair in the living room/dining room. It sucked. Well the show was pretty good, but the vacuuming as usual was a disaster. I hate the piece of shit vacuum my mom replaced the "broken" one I bought with. It sucks ass.
There are dishes from last nights dinner and laundry that has to be put away and I just wish the kids would come home and take their respective shit and do something with it, because I don't want to listen to my mom bitch if she comes home and finds out there has been wet laundry in the washer since yesterday. I give up.
Its hard to think about work because I dread it but would love to go tomorrow if I had the chance. Money is slowly running out and I don't know what we're going to do if I can't go back to work until May. When I think about it I just want to lay down and never get up again.
Now Rodgie is curled up into his signature "oh isn't that sleeping doggie so cute!" ball. I hate that I have to love him. It would make it so much easier if I didn't.
I'm kinda mad at my mom for being so useless. See I can't decide if I'm really angry that she's not here helping, or relieved because I don't have to listen to her stupid mouth run 24 hours a day.
I remember when Emi and I used to laugh about how people say these are the best years of your life. If these are the fucking best years of my life, count me out for the rest of them. There is no way that is possible. It has to get better than this. How do people survive if it doesn't get better than this? I refuse to believe it. The only thing that keeps me going is the thought that there will be some reprieve from this shit. That one day we won't have to worry about money, one day we will be able to take a vacation, one day we will have a permanent place to live, and stability and a whole other slew of things that supposedly come with adulthood. If this is the best, what the fuck do we have to look forward to?
I'm looking forward to this weekend...just me, Theresa, nothing to do for two days...
Take care kiddies ;)