The past few days have been some of the best I've had since 2011. Even though I still look grim as fuck on the outside, my internal world is doing this...and it's glorious.

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Fitzgerald let us sleep until 7:30 this morning! That's a record, I think. I feel so refreshed and full of it, it's ridiculous. Today's a good day to go sky diving. That's how good I feel today. This is a good thing. It means I'll be able to do Chester without much of a problem and still have a good bit of the day to myself. Hot damn!

I'm in a foul mood today. Everything is getting on my nerve. I only have one left. All the rest were expunged in The Pit. 'Twas a grueling process, but it always takes a while to turn a fresh-faced 19 year old girl who is filled with hope into a scowling 38 year old crone who is riddled with fury. If I were David Banner, I'd currently be large ( Read more... )

I feel irritated, yet I have no clue as to why. Maybe it's because the Father Unit said he needed to take a nap 3 hours ago, but he's still staggering about the house like a homeless wino. Or maybe it's because Uncle Michael called with some flimsy story trying to get Aunt Tudi and me to rush home. I told him that it wasn't going to happen, that ( Read more... )

This could quite possibly be the worst April Fools day I've ever had the misfortune of experiencing. Tomorrow is promising to be even worse since I'll be cutting grass after driving for 4 hours straight.

I'm not fucking happy and don't plan on being so for a while.

Screw the world.

Mary is asleep because she has to go into work at 8 tonight. The Father Unit and Aunt Tudi have sacheted off to the grocery store.

I'm alone.

Blissfully, peacefully alone. Which is good, 'cos I'm in a foul-assed mood. Really. I'd just as soon slap anyone as look at them right now. I need solitary confinement for the protection of all around

Everyone is having a lie down except for me, because I was a lazy arse who didn't get up until 3 PM. It's relatively peaceful and quiet, except for BB Burdie, who has issues with shutting the fuck up.

My foul humour has mellowed a wee bit, so I risked coming back to LJ. So far, so good.

The Father Unit is hellbent on talking about The Past, ( Read more... )

My patience is running thin with a host of individuals, some online, some in RL. I'm just in a piss-poor mood and haven't the ability to just smile and look away today ( Read more... )