I am...
Definately having one of those days where I mess everything up.
My heater is broken. Instead of warming up my house it makes clicking noises, like a latch that won't catch, and keeps me up all night. My dog is grunting and rummaging around in all the dirty/clean clothes that are strewn about my floor. My other dog is God knows where digging in God knows what. I know I hear some clattering in the kitchen. I am the only one home. I hope my dog is not breaking the plates...
Danielle has another new pet. "Serendipity" the bird. No, this is not a sick joke. This is the bird's actual name. For the first week or so of Serendipity's residence in the upstairs of my house I was moderately content with him/her (on birds it's hard to tell). I think, at first, Serendipity was too scared of either my sister or his or her new environment to make any noise. However, the stupid effing parakeet has recently become accustomed in its cozy new world and has thus preceded to squeak and chirp at anything it finds interesting. Which basically encompasses everything. So now I want to kill it. Perhaps I will throw it out the window and tell Danielle that Serendipity was merely clamoring for freedom.
Oh yes, I almost forgot. In light of father's recent surgery, and his ensuing incapacitation, he has taken up an old hobby of his: fish mating. Yes my dear father has successfully mated some of our fish. He wants to continue to mate his beta fish upon his arrival from his business trip. Now my father is healthly enough to go on business trips. So who, may you ask, is now feeding his mating fish and their lovely spawn? Yep. You guessed it.
Of coures, I don't feel resentful or annoyed at all the of the animalistic distractions and other fuck ups that are currently going on in my life. No, I keep my chin held high, and slog through the homework I have to do with a cheery disposition. Though I'd rather be bundled under 14 blankets (because of the lack of heat), sleeping away my frustration, I will not succumb to pessimism. I will not wallow. Or bitch. Or lose my identity in front of the television. I will carry on, and fulfill my responsibilities.
Rah rah for me.
My heater is broken. Instead of warming up my house it makes clicking noises, like a latch that won't catch, and keeps me up all night. My dog is grunting and rummaging around in all the dirty/clean clothes that are strewn about my floor. My other dog is God knows where digging in God knows what. I know I hear some clattering in the kitchen. I am the only one home. I hope my dog is not breaking the plates...
Danielle has another new pet. "Serendipity" the bird. No, this is not a sick joke. This is the bird's actual name. For the first week or so of Serendipity's residence in the upstairs of my house I was moderately content with him/her (on birds it's hard to tell). I think, at first, Serendipity was too scared of either my sister or his or her new environment to make any noise. However, the stupid effing parakeet has recently become accustomed in its cozy new world and has thus preceded to squeak and chirp at anything it finds interesting. Which basically encompasses everything. So now I want to kill it. Perhaps I will throw it out the window and tell Danielle that Serendipity was merely clamoring for freedom.
Oh yes, I almost forgot. In light of father's recent surgery, and his ensuing incapacitation, he has taken up an old hobby of his: fish mating. Yes my dear father has successfully mated some of our fish. He wants to continue to mate his beta fish upon his arrival from his business trip. Now my father is healthly enough to go on business trips. So who, may you ask, is now feeding his mating fish and their lovely spawn? Yep. You guessed it.
Of coures, I don't feel resentful or annoyed at all the of the animalistic distractions and other fuck ups that are currently going on in my life. No, I keep my chin held high, and slog through the homework I have to do with a cheery disposition. Though I'd rather be bundled under 14 blankets (because of the lack of heat), sleeping away my frustration, I will not succumb to pessimism. I will not wallow. Or bitch. Or lose my identity in front of the television. I will carry on, and fulfill my responsibilities.
Rah rah for me.