I hate loud objects.
Like-- I can handle loud music, loud movies.
But anything like-- Loud crowds, table saws, sanders, lawn mowers-- ect.
Freaks me out, disturbs me, makes me want to crawl under something and cover my ears.
--Vaccuums. Vacuums, Vaccums. Hell if I could spell it. BUT STILL.
I hate them. Ugh. I hate vacuuming, it sucks. It's loud.
And they're making me do it. AND they reminded me that Alexis is coming home tomorrow.
Fucking Joy.
Oh look. A sharp object to plunge into my carotid artery. Exciting. -dies-
Whatever good mood I was in from reading Brittle's scene thing when I woke up is 3/4 diminished.
Blah.
Parents. Suckkk. Sometimes.