Dec 23, 2006 11:03
I swear to god, I live with a drama whore. Why do you ask? Well, my godmom comes in my room at 10:30, bitching about the catbox. "When was the last time you cleaned it? It's making me sick!" Cleaning and changed it Sunday, so six days, by the way. She shuts my bathroom door, turns on the fan. I think I'm done for awhile. So not. THEN she comes in my room about ten minutes or so later, bitching more about the same things, and opens my window, in fucking December. "What are you doing?" "Opening the window. It's making me sick!" She's already shut the fucking door. I can't do anything until we go to the store and get more. It's not like I can I shoot it out my ass. It requires going to the store, which means I need to take a bath. However, that's rather difficult when she raised *my* window. I'm so over her drama. You know what? Fuck her, seriously. I'm so tired of dealing with this. She will complain about anything. It's like she does it on purpose, in an effort to do what I'll never know, but damn it's getting old. I'm sitting here, freezing my ass off because I'm in my night clothes. I don't put my windows up in the winter. I'm an oddity like that. The smell from outside is making me sick to my stomach, but I'll have to suck it up because what I want doesn't matter for shit.
God, living with a drama whore makes my blood pressure high. No wonder I have problems with controlling my diabetes when this shit is always going on.
ETA: Granted, it stank but that's kinda the nature of a litterbox after six days. I had planned to change it today anyway. I just had to get to the store first. It's a step by step process. And I got up and checked the heat, and she turned it off! Probably in order to lift the windows, instead of just using air freshner like normal people.
medical: diabetes,
family: issues,
family: godmom