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Ehh I want to vomit. I ate the best avacado and brie wrap from angora. Then I finished thing off by eating salt and vinegar chips and 4 ice pops.
You can't move in my living room. The futon is still unfolded. Now it is covered with piles of clothes, bills are thrown all about, and there are cd's all over. I don't think I have done dishes in over a week. I am terrified of the mold that may be growing. And my bedroom is infested with dirty laundry and shoes from one end of my floor to the other. My bathroom is the safest place. The sad part...I have absolutely no motivation to do anyhting about it. It is totally killing me inside yet I refuse to clean up. Maybe I will get some cleaning supplies out and that will motivate me. I just don't know.
Court tomorrow for work. I am absolutely dreading it. It may become violent or I may end up crying and quitting my job. I have to deal with the most unpleasant, weasly, manupulative, yet charming italian father. He is going to demean me and scream in my face. I need to wear a power suit tomorrow and practice being a hardass. I swear I just crumble with my clients. There is no being tough when it comes to them for some reason. Ok so I will give myself an imaginary life coach tomorrow morning for the car ride to work.
Yay now I am thinking about cleaning cause it is stress relieving. I can't wait to use my orange pledge floor cleaner. I am going to scrub my entire bathroom down too. And I should spray paint that little magazine rack. Actually it is ugly. Maybe I can find something else to put my lamp on at a thrift store. I also want to paint my bedroom furniture white. I think I will move the furniture around too. The set up is not conducive to promoting creativity. I need to really designate a space to do my work. And hopefully I will gain the motivation to begin ssewing like a madwoman. I should be selling stuff all over the place and making money!
Ok calling it an early night. I am so damn tired. Hopefully I will be asleep by 9:30 pm!
You can't move in my living room. The futon is still unfolded. Now it is covered with piles of clothes, bills are thrown all about, and there are cd's all over. I don't think I have done dishes in over a week. I am terrified of the mold that may be growing. And my bedroom is infested with dirty laundry and shoes from one end of my floor to the other. My bathroom is the safest place. The sad part...I have absolutely no motivation to do anyhting about it. It is totally killing me inside yet I refuse to clean up. Maybe I will get some cleaning supplies out and that will motivate me. I just don't know.
Court tomorrow for work. I am absolutely dreading it. It may become violent or I may end up crying and quitting my job. I have to deal with the most unpleasant, weasly, manupulative, yet charming italian father. He is going to demean me and scream in my face. I need to wear a power suit tomorrow and practice being a hardass. I swear I just crumble with my clients. There is no being tough when it comes to them for some reason. Ok so I will give myself an imaginary life coach tomorrow morning for the car ride to work.
Yay now I am thinking about cleaning cause it is stress relieving. I can't wait to use my orange pledge floor cleaner. I am going to scrub my entire bathroom down too. And I should spray paint that little magazine rack. Actually it is ugly. Maybe I can find something else to put my lamp on at a thrift store. I also want to paint my bedroom furniture white. I think I will move the furniture around too. The set up is not conducive to promoting creativity. I need to really designate a space to do my work. And hopefully I will gain the motivation to begin ssewing like a madwoman. I should be selling stuff all over the place and making money!
Ok calling it an early night. I am so damn tired. Hopefully I will be asleep by 9:30 pm!