WTF am I doing awake at 7am?
I woke up at six because Freddie the dog was doing the pee-pee dance on my chest. He weighs about 40 pounds, so it got my attention. Well, the jumping, clawing, and licks-of-death would've done it regardless of his weight, but whatever. The point is, I woke up hella early. Word. I'll blame the ebonics on the fact that it's way too fucking early to be conscious.
I fell asleep last night in my robe. It was warm yesterday and last night was the first time in a long time I went to bed wearing something lightweight. I'm used to being bundled in layers of fabric and lying beneath 2 or 3 blankets. =P My advice to you is this: never sleep in a bathrobe because when you wake up you'll find that your boobies have already been out and about, basking in the morning sun for quite some time without your knowledge or consent. I'm just grateful the dog didn't notice and wake me up in a completely different fashion. 0_0 I'm a sick, sick woman.
My big plans today consist of sweeping the floors and dusting the furniture. The amount of dog hair flying around this house is unreal. Also, I'm on a bit of a cleaning kick. My mother wants to know who I am and what I did with the real Jen. My paternal grandparents are coming over this evening to celebrate the birthday Sis and I share (edited: we aren't twins; she's 6 years younger...we just have the same birthday). That ought to be worth a few laughs, I guess. I haven't seen them since...uh...well, I think I saw them right after my trip to Hawaii with Mike in August. Yes, that' it, because that's when they came over while I was visiting for a weekend and my mother filled them in on all the problems that were going on in my life at that time without so much as a glance in my direction to see if maybe I didn't want her to break out the fucking megaphone. Bitter? Who, me? =P It wouldn't have bothered me so much were it not for the fact that my mother had only learned all the gory details moments before retelling them. I'd have preferred updating them on my own after a little time had passed. Pfft.
I started writing this entry shortly before 7a.m. Between then and now, 7:37a.m., everyone else in the house woke up and proceeded to talk my ears off. I find it hard to concentrate when I'm writing (in OD or otherwise) and other people are talking. I like writing things down as they come to me and that's hard to do while maintaining enough of a conversation to not come off as a rude bitch. I don't even know if that made sense. I can't hear myself think because Mom and Sis are two feet away screaming at each other because my mom pinched my sister's ass. "I made it, I'm allowed to touch it." Man, my mom's a freak. She thinks I'm weird. HA!
I fell asleep last night in my robe. It was warm yesterday and last night was the first time in a long time I went to bed wearing something lightweight. I'm used to being bundled in layers of fabric and lying beneath 2 or 3 blankets. =P My advice to you is this: never sleep in a bathrobe because when you wake up you'll find that your boobies have already been out and about, basking in the morning sun for quite some time without your knowledge or consent. I'm just grateful the dog didn't notice and wake me up in a completely different fashion. 0_0 I'm a sick, sick woman.
My big plans today consist of sweeping the floors and dusting the furniture. The amount of dog hair flying around this house is unreal. Also, I'm on a bit of a cleaning kick. My mother wants to know who I am and what I did with the real Jen. My paternal grandparents are coming over this evening to celebrate the birthday Sis and I share (edited: we aren't twins; she's 6 years younger...we just have the same birthday). That ought to be worth a few laughs, I guess. I haven't seen them since...uh...well, I think I saw them right after my trip to Hawaii with Mike in August. Yes, that' it, because that's when they came over while I was visiting for a weekend and my mother filled them in on all the problems that were going on in my life at that time without so much as a glance in my direction to see if maybe I didn't want her to break out the fucking megaphone. Bitter? Who, me? =P It wouldn't have bothered me so much were it not for the fact that my mother had only learned all the gory details moments before retelling them. I'd have preferred updating them on my own after a little time had passed. Pfft.
I started writing this entry shortly before 7a.m. Between then and now, 7:37a.m., everyone else in the house woke up and proceeded to talk my ears off. I find it hard to concentrate when I'm writing (in OD or otherwise) and other people are talking. I like writing things down as they come to me and that's hard to do while maintaining enough of a conversation to not come off as a rude bitch. I don't even know if that made sense. I can't hear myself think because Mom and Sis are two feet away screaming at each other because my mom pinched my sister's ass. "I made it, I'm allowed to touch it." Man, my mom's a freak. She thinks I'm weird. HA!