POWER...... POWER......
yesterday was a somewhat-fun night. we went to Sorrell's bday party and i tried to have a good time at least (unlike the anti-social grumps i went with). i am still in shock that Mike and Sorrell broke up 2 days ago. That seriously leaves me with no hope left at all for the opposite sex if the greatest couple in the world is splitsville.
tonight is bryan's 30th bday and i am either gonna stay at his place or my mom's since i have to be in that area of town on sunday for easter anyways.
i should probably get back to my regular scheduled programming for today before i was pissed off beyond all belief and had to come find Tay on MSN to let off some steam. apparently it really seems that i must stutter or mumble when i speak, because even though i KNOW for a fact i've made it clear that i don't want the cat in the basement for a number of reasons, and i've asked close to 12785487 times to keep the doors to the basement closed behind them when they go into the kitchen, who did i find locked in the basement when i went down to get my towels from the dryer this morning?
it just fucking pisses me off to no end. 3 weeks cannot come soon enough till i am away from here and i no longer have to play mother to a bunch of 20-somethings. like, if you let the poor cat follow you down there, take her with you before you go. OR, maybe you should have closed them right off the bat (i know this is hard cuz it takes all of 2 seconds to do, but somewhere in your laziness you can find the energy to TRY). i know it's a lot to ask to open your blind clueless eyes (judging from the state of cleanliness the house is in that no one else manages to see) but show some fucking respect. when i say i don't want the cat in the basement, it doesn't mean "Sure!!! go ahead!! let her down there with the snake and the mold and the mess and let her get into god knows what down there! i'm sure she'll be fine eating laundry detergent and whatever little pieces of harmful garbage are kicking around down there! that's OK, cuz Jill would really LOVE to dish out $1200 at the vet AGAIN on a fucking 5 month old kitten." i REALLY hope she pissed and shit all over the place seeing as how she was unable to get to any of her litter boxes. that'd be a good kitty....
SERIOUSLY.
tonight is bryan's 30th bday and i am either gonna stay at his place or my mom's since i have to be in that area of town on sunday for easter anyways.
i should probably get back to my regular scheduled programming for today before i was pissed off beyond all belief and had to come find Tay on MSN to let off some steam. apparently it really seems that i must stutter or mumble when i speak, because even though i KNOW for a fact i've made it clear that i don't want the cat in the basement for a number of reasons, and i've asked close to 12785487 times to keep the doors to the basement closed behind them when they go into the kitchen, who did i find locked in the basement when i went down to get my towels from the dryer this morning?
it just fucking pisses me off to no end. 3 weeks cannot come soon enough till i am away from here and i no longer have to play mother to a bunch of 20-somethings. like, if you let the poor cat follow you down there, take her with you before you go. OR, maybe you should have closed them right off the bat (i know this is hard cuz it takes all of 2 seconds to do, but somewhere in your laziness you can find the energy to TRY). i know it's a lot to ask to open your blind clueless eyes (judging from the state of cleanliness the house is in that no one else manages to see) but show some fucking respect. when i say i don't want the cat in the basement, it doesn't mean "Sure!!! go ahead!! let her down there with the snake and the mold and the mess and let her get into god knows what down there! i'm sure she'll be fine eating laundry detergent and whatever little pieces of harmful garbage are kicking around down there! that's OK, cuz Jill would really LOVE to dish out $1200 at the vet AGAIN on a fucking 5 month old kitten." i REALLY hope she pissed and shit all over the place seeing as how she was unable to get to any of her litter boxes. that'd be a good kitty....
SERIOUSLY.