ho ho ho *crack*
All I want for the holidays is
not a boyfriend though that would be nice
not plane tickets because i would have to come back
all i want is a place of my own
which is decent and in my pay range
because lets face it
i am going insane here
i finally got a day offf. they wake me up early to say "you slept enough. now clean!"
soo i get my body all hyped up for cleaning
i offer to clean the bathroom
which is....craptastic. it is beyond that. there is mold and hairs and who knows what else
soo i mean it is a big deal
then donald comes all parading in "no just sweep. i will do the rest" when he has numerous other things to do
i was all "no, it's fine. just hand me the cleaning supplies" because he was mopping where they were.
he is all "no do what i say"
soo i just rolled my eyes
now he is in there moaning and sighning and grunting. what a fucking drama king
earlier he complained we don't give him enough time to answer a question. hello!!! we don't need a storyline...just a simple 3 words answer!
he found something gross in the bathroom. he plans it on me. hell, i am like the cleaniest oone here! i am cluttery. not messy/dirty
i should clean my "room"...the only place i can have some kind of control
i am sure he is gonna guilt trip me into going out to the cemetry. i don't go to cemetry with family. just tell me the general idea where my grandma is buried and i will go on my own.
he questions everything i do!!! i cut my hair. he is all "why do you choose that style? why did you cut it?"
now it isn't all donald's fault. grandma has her own flaws. she told me i can't talk to marcos anymore. what?!?! that is my fucking best friend. she says "Well he is married now and we don't need daisy getting jealous" i was just in shock.
now i know i am not perfect. i do a lot of things they hate. i'm sorry. it's how i am. like i don't sleep with my door open. and i don't close the shower curtain when i am done. sometimes i don't automatically wash my bowl (but i do rinse it out) . i open windows and leave them open. i like the doors open too. my room is cluttered. sometimes i just pile mail and other thins because i dont know where they go. i don't tell everyone i am here or i am leaving. sometimes i just don't want to see you.
people wonder why i am soo hostile or depressed. try living here.
on brighter news, jack jack birthday is coming up. 2 years old. wow. 14 more days until christmas