A LIST. NAY, TWO.
THINGS I AM REALLY FUCKING SICK OF RIGHT NOW:
o1. The people in the apartment above us who never sit the fuck down. Ever. And the floors are creaky as shit, it literally wakes me up every single morning. And not at a moderate hour, either - no, 6 in the morning.
o2. People outside who dig for cans, also at the ass-crack of dawn. Like I can't even feel bad for them because I am so annoyed.
o3. WORKING FOR OTHER PEOPLE, AND THEM MAKING EVERYTHING A HUGE PAIN IN THE ASS.
o4. Feeling like I can't quit, even though at this point I am actually losing money.
o5. Being away from Jason and my mom and my friends.
o6. My father, who finally came out of his mute status to remind me to wish his mom a happy birthday. And only then. Yeah, LA is great, thanks for asking! It's been two months and he's still ~so butthurt~ that I didn't call him just before I left and it's like... you can't pick and choose when you want to be a model father. Also, even if I WAS in the wrong - be the parent, be the grown up.
o7. Not having my car out here.
o8. Having to wear clothes around the apartment.
o9. Putting my contacts in. And taking them out.
1o. Doing dishes by hand.
Okay, I just needed to vent. Let's reverse the muscle:
THINGS I AM NOT SICK OF:
o1. My iPhone.
o2. New red pants. And also, shoes.
o3. Fruit snacks and Dora the Explorer popsicles.
o4. Wine.
o5. Bitching about LA with Ana.
o6. Smash and Dance Moms.
o7. Photography. Even though I am hella behind and barely shooting.
o8. Sleeping in.
o9. Lana Del Rey's "Born to Die".
1o. Palm trees.
o1. The people in the apartment above us who never sit the fuck down. Ever. And the floors are creaky as shit, it literally wakes me up every single morning. And not at a moderate hour, either - no, 6 in the morning.
o2. People outside who dig for cans, also at the ass-crack of dawn. Like I can't even feel bad for them because I am so annoyed.
o3. WORKING FOR OTHER PEOPLE, AND THEM MAKING EVERYTHING A HUGE PAIN IN THE ASS.
o4. Feeling like I can't quit, even though at this point I am actually losing money.
o5. Being away from Jason and my mom and my friends.
o6. My father, who finally came out of his mute status to remind me to wish his mom a happy birthday. And only then. Yeah, LA is great, thanks for asking! It's been two months and he's still ~so butthurt~ that I didn't call him just before I left and it's like... you can't pick and choose when you want to be a model father. Also, even if I WAS in the wrong - be the parent, be the grown up.
o7. Not having my car out here.
o8. Having to wear clothes around the apartment.
o9. Putting my contacts in. And taking them out.
1o. Doing dishes by hand.
Okay, I just needed to vent. Let's reverse the muscle:
THINGS I AM NOT SICK OF:
o1. My iPhone.
o2. New red pants. And also, shoes.
o3. Fruit snacks and Dora the Explorer popsicles.
o4. Wine.
o5. Bitching about LA with Ana.
o6. Smash and Dance Moms.
o7. Photography. Even though I am hella behind and barely shooting.
o8. Sleeping in.
o9. Lana Del Rey's "Born to Die".
1o. Palm trees.