Frazzle Rock.
Like Fraggle Rock. Get it? Got it? Fuck you.
I am currently drinking a Venti Americano with six artificial sweeteners. It is 6:06 PM on a Tuesday, and this aint decaf, folks. This is Drummond in high-stress mode. This is Drummond realizing that she is moving away from the only city she has ever permanently called home in one week. Other highlights of my current thought patterns:
-Today I went to my mom's house for what was most likely the last time ever. I was born in that house (well...at the Holy Cross Hospital within driving distance of that house). I hid in closets and ate Cool Whip at that house (as pictures of my plumper childhood self can proudly attest to). I got officially sloshed for the first time at that house (grade 9, Smirnoff Vodka, foreplay, vomit). I also celebrated alot of Christmases in that house. I am going to miss Christmas. It isn't Christmas without my house...so as of the rest of my life, it just isn't Christmas. Deal with it, Holiday Hos.
-My living room is boxes. My bedroom is boxes. My life is boxes. I have. So much. Shit. And I can't pretend that I don't by leaving shit in my parents closets and basements anymore. I have to step up to the shit-plate, and admit that YES, that IS my shit, and I have alot of it and I need to take responsibility for it. By putting it in boxes to hide somewhere underneath Queen's University.
-Speaking of having so much shit, I went shopping today and actually did not enjoy it. I am out-shopped. I have out-shopped myself. Finally. I didn't think it could be done, but if I have to walk into a Banana Republic one more time in the next month, I might have a seizure and die from metallic scarf overexposure.
-Mr. Roommate called today. "From the road" in his words, which surprised me, because I thought that they were getting to Seattle via sailboat through the Gulf of Mexico. I still miss that stupid ass.
-I am procrastinating
-I have realized that I am going to be spending alot of time at the A&P next year. The first thing that came out of my mouth when I opened the fridge and noticed that I had no apples or brocolli was "shit, I have no food"...and I literally meant it. I actually can't go a day without fresh produce. Next year I'm going to be the weird girl buying brocolli instead of munchies at 3 AM. Plan on it, drunk late-night A&P roamers. Plan on it.
-Sons of bitches!
-Okay. I will not pack anymore tonight. I will worry about it all tomorrow. Heh. I love myself so much right now, and I will hate myself so much tomorrow at 10 AM. Speaking of things that we all hate, I officially do not have STD's or cervical cancer! Rock on!
I am currently drinking a Venti Americano with six artificial sweeteners. It is 6:06 PM on a Tuesday, and this aint decaf, folks. This is Drummond in high-stress mode. This is Drummond realizing that she is moving away from the only city she has ever permanently called home in one week. Other highlights of my current thought patterns:
-Today I went to my mom's house for what was most likely the last time ever. I was born in that house (well...at the Holy Cross Hospital within driving distance of that house). I hid in closets and ate Cool Whip at that house (as pictures of my plumper childhood self can proudly attest to). I got officially sloshed for the first time at that house (grade 9, Smirnoff Vodka, foreplay, vomit). I also celebrated alot of Christmases in that house. I am going to miss Christmas. It isn't Christmas without my house...so as of the rest of my life, it just isn't Christmas. Deal with it, Holiday Hos.
-My living room is boxes. My bedroom is boxes. My life is boxes. I have. So much. Shit. And I can't pretend that I don't by leaving shit in my parents closets and basements anymore. I have to step up to the shit-plate, and admit that YES, that IS my shit, and I have alot of it and I need to take responsibility for it. By putting it in boxes to hide somewhere underneath Queen's University.
-Speaking of having so much shit, I went shopping today and actually did not enjoy it. I am out-shopped. I have out-shopped myself. Finally. I didn't think it could be done, but if I have to walk into a Banana Republic one more time in the next month, I might have a seizure and die from metallic scarf overexposure.
-Mr. Roommate called today. "From the road" in his words, which surprised me, because I thought that they were getting to Seattle via sailboat through the Gulf of Mexico. I still miss that stupid ass.
-I am procrastinating
-I have realized that I am going to be spending alot of time at the A&P next year. The first thing that came out of my mouth when I opened the fridge and noticed that I had no apples or brocolli was "shit, I have no food"...and I literally meant it. I actually can't go a day without fresh produce. Next year I'm going to be the weird girl buying brocolli instead of munchies at 3 AM. Plan on it, drunk late-night A&P roamers. Plan on it.
-Sons of bitches!
-Okay. I will not pack anymore tonight. I will worry about it all tomorrow. Heh. I love myself so much right now, and I will hate myself so much tomorrow at 10 AM. Speaking of things that we all hate, I officially do not have STD's or cervical cancer! Rock on!