Pretty sure this day has been the longest in a very long time. Shit. *insert whiney toddler voice here* I WANNA GO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME.
Actually, I don't want to go home. My house stinks. Probably because my kitchen still looks like this. I've yet to catch up on my sleep because it seems I've been too tired to sleep. Shit.
My mother has decided that Friday (oh, sweet friday, you're so far away) she is going to come to my house and help me clean. WTF!? Did I ask her to come help me clean? No. Do I want to clean on my beloved Friday? HELLLLLL no. Will I get up at the ass crack of dawn on my beloved Friday so I don't have to listen to her bitch about how messy my house is ANYMORE?! Probably. Shit.
Note to self: take all incriminating materials to Friend's house. Hiding them will do no good whatsoever. They must be off the premises in order for them to not be found by Roxy the Hound. I honestly don't like the idea whatsoever of my mother helping me sort through everything I own. Hell, I don't even want to sort through everything I own. Shit.
And this only killed 5 minutes. Shit.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
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