Today has the makings of a crappy day..
I was really bored last night and was anxious to go out, but then I decided to wait for James' call face down on my bed listening to music, and before I knew it, it was 1:30am and I was on top of a huge puddle of smelly drool.
Then I had this weird ass dream about my dad being gay. Which wasn't so weird because I've been thinking about the possibility more and more lately, and it seems completely plausible, and is somewhat relieving in a way. Well, maybe not gay, but perhaps bi, or even a man-who-sleeps-with-men. This would explain those speeches he gave me at 13 and 17 about never passing up any sexual or illegal substance use opportunities because it was important to experiment. It would also explain some other things I've been piecing together...
Then I was called lazy this morning even when I got up relatively early, and I absolutely hate, actually, completely abhor being called lazy. I know I shouldn't get so defensive about it, because I was actually pretty lazy all throughout my school years, but now that I'm really on top of things and organized and work hard during the week, I just think, "Fuck you, you're lazy."
Which brings me to another defensive interaction...with mummy. I actually got that cleared up with her this morning, although she wanted to back out of the discussion. So I guess not all's bad.
Maybe with some thrifty retail therapy, cleaning, moving, and a free meal tonight, I'll be better.
Then I had this weird ass dream about my dad being gay. Which wasn't so weird because I've been thinking about the possibility more and more lately, and it seems completely plausible, and is somewhat relieving in a way. Well, maybe not gay, but perhaps bi, or even a man-who-sleeps-with-men. This would explain those speeches he gave me at 13 and 17 about never passing up any sexual or illegal substance use opportunities because it was important to experiment. It would also explain some other things I've been piecing together...
Then I was called lazy this morning even when I got up relatively early, and I absolutely hate, actually, completely abhor being called lazy. I know I shouldn't get so defensive about it, because I was actually pretty lazy all throughout my school years, but now that I'm really on top of things and organized and work hard during the week, I just think, "Fuck you, you're lazy."
Which brings me to another defensive interaction...with mummy. I actually got that cleared up with her this morning, although she wanted to back out of the discussion. So I guess not all's bad.
Maybe with some thrifty retail therapy, cleaning, moving, and a free meal tonight, I'll be better.