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[07 Nov 2009|12:04pm] |
I feel like I'm in high school again.
I came home with a hickey.
My brother is giving me so much shit for it.
He knew exactly who gave it to me, too, which is also kind of embarrassing, because I didn't really want my family to know that I've been hanging out with him. Their opinion of him hasn't been very positive lately...
I haven't had a hickey since...I was 17.
How embarrassing.
In other news,
my mom wants me to clean the whole house spotless today in less than 4 hours. This is an impossible task, unless someone takes a ton of shit to the recycling center.
She wants all of my boxes out of the rec room. Where am I supposed to put them? In my ass?
She also left her work project strewn all over the dining room table. I don't want to move anything to mess it up, but what am I supposed to do with that?
She wants me to clean the laundry room, but there are at least 4 loads of laundry on the floor. Am I magically supposed to do all the laundry, fold it, and put it away? Especially when NONE of it is mine?
She wants the rec room clean, but like I mentioned before, it's littered with boxes of my stuff from my apartment. There is a ton of unfolded clean laundry on the pool table (again, none of it is mine) that I'm magically supposed to clear off.
My dad has his work projects strewn all over the rec room, but if I move it into his office, he'll get cranky. He hates when we just throw stuff in his office. My suggestion? Don't leave it laying around and no one will throw it in there.
Also, 2 bathrooms and her bedroom. And the guest room.
I'm not upset that she asked me to clean everything.
I'm just upset that she gave me 4 hours to do it when I have no idea where to put anything. There are a ton of cardboard boxes and the like everywhere. I can put it in a pile and wish it away, but I already tried that and it didn't work.
In other news, Alice has been a little momma's boy lately. For the past few days he's been such a jerk, and I was actually getting kind of mad at him (yes, I was mad at a cat) because all he would do is cry for food. Then when I did feed him, he'd eat it all and cry some more.
But today he won't leave my side. he's crawling all over my right now. When I was taking a nap, he cuddled up to me. He even followed me into the bathroom, where he sat on the side of the bathtub and then tried to play with the water in the sink.
He's my little buddy.
Ok, back to cleaning
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[05 Nov 2009|01:26pm] |
Dear medication:
Please stop having side effects that cause me physical pain.
Dear oct drugs that my doctor told me to buy:
Please do what you're supposed to do so that I can stop being in such agonizing pain.
Not that it's anyone's business but
the number one side effect for all 6 of my medications is constipation.
I haven't taken a shit in a week.
I have never felt pain like this before.
It's like I swallowed a knife and it's slicing my insides apart.
I lay curled on the bathroom floor in the fetal position until the pain subsides enough to where I can stand up.
The medication that my doctor told me to buy is obviously not working.
My whole day today is devoted to one thing, and I can't do anything until something happens.
I think I have to call in sick to work.
If you can't tell, I'm pretty pissed off right now.
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