Floating like a cannonball
Ok, so I hate when I think I love this song, and then I look up the lyrics, because I only know the chorus, and lo and behold, I totally was MISINTERPRETTING the song!
Anyways, do you ever start doing your job while you're home?
I'm a maid, as you all know, and I just went through the bathroom and cleaned the whole thing, because I looked at the toilet paper and thought, for just a brief second, Oh, I need to put a second roll on there (we don't have a place for a second roll, like at work.) Well, after I snapped into work mode, I realized that the bathroom could use a good cleaning, so I sprayed that shit down, scrubbed out all the rust stains from the tub...and for what? I don't know. It's not as though I LIKE to clean. Speaking of which I need to wash my sheets and make my bed.
See what I mean?
It's horrible.
I hear my brother's loud sterio system from down the road, he's coming in. Wonderful.
But I don't hate him today. Yet.
I have to say though, I'm getting mighty sick of living here. I'm sick of cleaning up after my sister makes stupid mistakes. I'm sick of literally cleaning up after my brother. I'm sick of my mother being a menopausal mess. I'm sick of worrying about my other sister moving in. I'm sick of being away from school and my friends and my man.
On the other hand, I'm not terribly unhappy, just ready to move on, you know?
Anyways, that's my blurb for the day.
Anyways, do you ever start doing your job while you're home?
I'm a maid, as you all know, and I just went through the bathroom and cleaned the whole thing, because I looked at the toilet paper and thought, for just a brief second, Oh, I need to put a second roll on there (we don't have a place for a second roll, like at work.) Well, after I snapped into work mode, I realized that the bathroom could use a good cleaning, so I sprayed that shit down, scrubbed out all the rust stains from the tub...and for what? I don't know. It's not as though I LIKE to clean. Speaking of which I need to wash my sheets and make my bed.
See what I mean?
It's horrible.
I hear my brother's loud sterio system from down the road, he's coming in. Wonderful.
But I don't hate him today. Yet.
I have to say though, I'm getting mighty sick of living here. I'm sick of cleaning up after my sister makes stupid mistakes. I'm sick of literally cleaning up after my brother. I'm sick of my mother being a menopausal mess. I'm sick of worrying about my other sister moving in. I'm sick of being away from school and my friends and my man.
On the other hand, I'm not terribly unhappy, just ready to move on, you know?
Anyways, that's my blurb for the day.