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Cece is such a bitch... I still feel like shit today-- maybe even worse than yesterday, and I know I look like shit and sound like shit... but she keeps coming into my room and asking me to do stuff for her or with her... will I help her hammer nails into the wall so she can hang up her picture? Will I come tell her if the picture is crooked or straight? Will I go with her to Walmart? Do I want to go out to eat with her and Chris? Do I know where a screwdriver is? Can she play with the bunny? (I got a new baby bunny on Monday... he's so tiny and so little and soooo cute) Now, when Mike gets back from whatever errand he had to run, she wants to sit down and discuss "House Rules." Like she hasn't waited 3 weeks to do this. She can't wait one or two more days? It has to be tonight? I don't feel good. I'm tired. I'm cranky. And I'm going to have to sit through a freaking lecture on what her rules are for us in our apartment. Like I'm not still mad at her for kicking Bre out, with nowhere to go. I might not act like it to her, because I'm being mature and not bringing it up in every conversation we have (unlike her, but that's another story entirely), but I'm still really motherfuckin pissed at her for being such an insensitive, heartless bitch.
Grr.
I'm going to take a bath. Maybe it'll help relax my muscles or something. I'm so sore and stiff, not to mention I feel dirty. I've been sleeping and vegging out all day and haven't bothered to take a shower. Maybe I'll feel better once I'm clean.
Stupid Cece. Stupid bitch.