I guess I'll do that meme thing. Since I'm bored, and yet cannot go to bed...
...because I have no clean work clothes and the load in the dryer is still damp bordering on wet, and if I go to bed now they will be wrinkled in the morning and there are few things I rank more loathsome than turning on an iron at five-forty-fucking-five in the morning.
takes breath
So, everybody's seen the shirtless pics of President-elect Hotass, yes? Just checking. HOMG. Talk about being globally warmed... o.0
So my dad calls up and casually mentions that I'm expected for Christmas dinner (said day being my only day off and apparently I will spend six hours of it in a car to spend two hours eating dinner). I don't get my dad sometimes. The man worked 40-50 hours a week his whole life, but seems to have -upon retirement- forgotten the requirements of paying a mortgage. IDK. When I factor in the fact that my stepmom can't cook it makes me all the more bleh about going. They are retired and in good health. I am the only one coming for dinner. *whines* Why can't they come to me? The truth is that Christmas as a whole is pretty bleh since Mom died, and I'd just as soon stay home and sleep, eat macaroni and cheese, and mainline the X-Files. Don't act surprised! You know there had to be an Ebeneezer on your flist somewhere! *L* Don't worry, I don't need hugs, just sleep.
Oh, yeah. The meme thing:
If you could force me to write anything, what would it be?
This is, of course, not counting the SC story that I actually owe.
*hangs head*
takes breath
So, everybody's seen the shirtless pics of President-elect Hotass, yes? Just checking. HOMG. Talk about being globally warmed... o.0
So my dad calls up and casually mentions that I'm expected for Christmas dinner (said day being my only day off and apparently I will spend six hours of it in a car to spend two hours eating dinner). I don't get my dad sometimes. The man worked 40-50 hours a week his whole life, but seems to have -upon retirement- forgotten the requirements of paying a mortgage. IDK. When I factor in the fact that my stepmom can't cook it makes me all the more bleh about going. They are retired and in good health. I am the only one coming for dinner. *whines* Why can't they come to me? The truth is that Christmas as a whole is pretty bleh since Mom died, and I'd just as soon stay home and sleep, eat macaroni and cheese, and mainline the X-Files. Don't act surprised! You know there had to be an Ebeneezer on your flist somewhere! *L* Don't worry, I don't need hugs, just sleep.
Oh, yeah. The meme thing:
If you could force me to write anything, what would it be?
This is, of course, not counting the SC story that I actually owe.
*hangs head*