over me.
House: clean.
Sunglasses: gotten.
Jess: clean, but slightly tired and sickly-feeling. Also, hungry.
Smeg: clean, but tired.
Mom: is determined to go to the grocery store even if it's at goddamn MIDNIGHT bitches! This is good, though. I haven't got anything but apples and macaroni to feed to Chesh.
Cats: are still little demonangels that we hate and love. Lard slept in Dad's sink while Smeg cleaned my parents' bathroom, because she's gross. She also clawed my right forearm something hardcore, so I have a 4" red scratch with irritation around it because I'M GODDAMN ALLERGIC BUT ALSO AN IDIOT.
Dad: asleep? Thinks we're going to London in the fall.
I PAINTED. THE MOTHERFUCKING. WALL. On no sleep and pure hope! Smeg and Mom came in after I'd done a good deal of it and helped me finish it up, with Mom's steadier hand doing the cutting in around the ceiling. It's... shiny and yellow. And satin finish! I likey.
I put everything back after getting home from therapy, raked and vacuumed the carpet, and then took a 4-hour nap since I got no sleep due to my stupidity and a 9 AM doctors' appointment. The esteemed Dr. B. said that I'm basically allergic to Nebraska and that my guts hurt from indigestion.
I'm trying to make myself look good, but it may fail, due to ALL THE ACNE that I keep prodding, but I also wash it hardxc0re with that damn proactiv stuff that people like Jessica Simpson are always hawking.
Chesh's flight gets in in less than 2 hours!!!!! Holy fucking shit!!!!! I'm going to finish getting ready and find a snax0r. If I don't talk to anyone online for a while, I WUV J00.
J.
Sunglasses: gotten.
Jess: clean, but slightly tired and sickly-feeling. Also, hungry.
Smeg: clean, but tired.
Mom: is determined to go to the grocery store even if it's at goddamn MIDNIGHT bitches! This is good, though. I haven't got anything but apples and macaroni to feed to Chesh.
Cats: are still little demonangels that we hate and love. Lard slept in Dad's sink while Smeg cleaned my parents' bathroom, because she's gross. She also clawed my right forearm something hardcore, so I have a 4" red scratch with irritation around it because I'M GODDAMN ALLERGIC BUT ALSO AN IDIOT.
Dad: asleep? Thinks we're going to London in the fall.
I PAINTED. THE MOTHERFUCKING. WALL. On no sleep and pure hope! Smeg and Mom came in after I'd done a good deal of it and helped me finish it up, with Mom's steadier hand doing the cutting in around the ceiling. It's... shiny and yellow. And satin finish! I likey.
I put everything back after getting home from therapy, raked and vacuumed the carpet, and then took a 4-hour nap since I got no sleep due to my stupidity and a 9 AM doctors' appointment. The esteemed Dr. B. said that I'm basically allergic to Nebraska and that my guts hurt from indigestion.
I'm trying to make myself look good, but it may fail, due to ALL THE ACNE that I keep prodding, but I also wash it hardxc0re with that damn proactiv stuff that people like Jessica Simpson are always hawking.
Chesh's flight gets in in less than 2 hours!!!!! Holy fucking shit!!!!! I'm going to finish getting ready and find a snax0r. If I don't talk to anyone online for a while, I WUV J00.
J.