Last night was nice, but a bit odd. And today?
Oh my god, is nothing sacred? Let me describe for you the joys of my day-to-day existence.
There is nowhere private in my house. Any sanctuary that I might find in my room is limited by cheering events such as coming home to find cat sick in my bed and dead mice being flung enthusiastically all over my stuff.
Trying to eat healthily and exercise are also highly pleasing prospects, especially where the world is cruelly devised to make absolutely everything bad for you. Anything enjoyable, well, that's out of the question, but even the fucking health foods, that aren't even that nice to begin with and should by default be ok, like Greek yogurt (tastes sour, is nice with honey, made from milk, good for protein, right?) is actually fattening and full of cream. Even fucking Actimel for God's sake is made with liquid sugar. GOD. So yeah, a life spent subsisting on seeds and leafy greens awaits. Bon fucking appetit.
And I can't even fucking rant properly cos this arseing wireless keyboard keeps fucking up and not typing. FUCKING FUCK FUCKAGE! Wankyturdshitarseholebumrapingcudgebuckettwatbraincuntingidiotfuck.
*clenches fists, teeth, eyes, everything*
And I've got loooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaads of fucking Spanish homework, all of it boring and time-consuming.
And I'm going to be alone forever cos the longer you leave it the worse it gets until the air of desperation is so overpowering that any man worth looking at gives you a berth of a 500 mile radius and all that's left are cats. Hundreds and hundreds of cats. What is the point?
That's all for now, folks. I'm off, as if I don't do my homework I will be badgered repeatedly to do the massive pile of ironing instead. Or possibly as well. Woot.
There is nowhere private in my house. Any sanctuary that I might find in my room is limited by cheering events such as coming home to find cat sick in my bed and dead mice being flung enthusiastically all over my stuff.
Trying to eat healthily and exercise are also highly pleasing prospects, especially where the world is cruelly devised to make absolutely everything bad for you. Anything enjoyable, well, that's out of the question, but even the fucking health foods, that aren't even that nice to begin with and should by default be ok, like Greek yogurt (tastes sour, is nice with honey, made from milk, good for protein, right?) is actually fattening and full of cream. Even fucking Actimel for God's sake is made with liquid sugar. GOD. So yeah, a life spent subsisting on seeds and leafy greens awaits. Bon fucking appetit.
And I can't even fucking rant properly cos this arseing wireless keyboard keeps fucking up and not typing. FUCKING FUCK FUCKAGE! Wankyturdshitarseholebumrapingcudgebuckettwatbraincuntingidiotfuck.
*clenches fists, teeth, eyes, everything*
And I've got loooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaads of fucking Spanish homework, all of it boring and time-consuming.
And I'm going to be alone forever cos the longer you leave it the worse it gets until the air of desperation is so overpowering that any man worth looking at gives you a berth of a 500 mile radius and all that's left are cats. Hundreds and hundreds of cats. What is the point?
That's all for now, folks. I'm off, as if I don't do my homework I will be badgered repeatedly to do the massive pile of ironing instead. Or possibly as well. Woot.