Stress is a bitch.
I want out of this house. I want out NOW.
Jeez, mom doesn't understand that when I'm on the computer and I have the door shut, I WANT IT SHUT. She is driving me absolutely nuts. I know she doesn't mean to, but when she's stressed, she gets cranky and starts snapping at me. And she's often stressed. I feel like the only time I can relax is when she's asleep. I mean, GOD... I know the fucking business isn't working. I know it hasn't been working in three years. QUIT THE FUCKING DOGGY DAYCARE ALREADY. I mean, god... you'd think she'd have figured out a long time ago that this business was going to Hell. But no. She wants to be optimistic. She wants to keep wasting money trying to keep the dumb thing on its feet. I'm just so sick of it.
And now it's stupid Highland Fest tomorrow. Which means uber-stress. I'm getting really tired of putting up with her stress. I know one of these days I'm just going to fucking SNAP.
*sigh* I just... need to get out of the house. I really do. I want to get away from her for a while. I'm tired of things going wrong.
Well, in other news... play tomorrow. I'm really excited for it. We're going to kick so much ass. And then cast party, yay!
And then Highland Fest. Fuck.
I do like Highland Fest, but... AUGHOJanbvlkadnglkdmalgdmal. *sob*
Then on Tuesday I get to go to Kristi's party (YAY! ^^) and Wednesday I gotta watch the doggy daycare. Whee. Only not. Crap, that's chicken back night... MORE STRESS! OH BOY!
... mom just walked through here. I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
;_; Someone hold me.
Jeez, mom doesn't understand that when I'm on the computer and I have the door shut, I WANT IT SHUT. She is driving me absolutely nuts. I know she doesn't mean to, but when she's stressed, she gets cranky and starts snapping at me. And she's often stressed. I feel like the only time I can relax is when she's asleep. I mean, GOD... I know the fucking business isn't working. I know it hasn't been working in three years. QUIT THE FUCKING DOGGY DAYCARE ALREADY. I mean, god... you'd think she'd have figured out a long time ago that this business was going to Hell. But no. She wants to be optimistic. She wants to keep wasting money trying to keep the dumb thing on its feet. I'm just so sick of it.
And now it's stupid Highland Fest tomorrow. Which means uber-stress. I'm getting really tired of putting up with her stress. I know one of these days I'm just going to fucking SNAP.
*sigh* I just... need to get out of the house. I really do. I want to get away from her for a while. I'm tired of things going wrong.
Well, in other news... play tomorrow. I'm really excited for it. We're going to kick so much ass. And then cast party, yay!
And then Highland Fest. Fuck.
I do like Highland Fest, but... AUGHOJanbvlkadnglkdmalgdmal. *sob*
Then on Tuesday I get to go to Kristi's party (YAY! ^^) and Wednesday I gotta watch the doggy daycare. Whee. Only not. Crap, that's chicken back night... MORE STRESS! OH BOY!
... mom just walked through here. I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
;_; Someone hold me.