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today is fired.
last night i carted everyone around for birthday celebrations because apparently everyone in mantua's mom's get cold in the winter and poof, 80939875643098 children have the same span of birthdays. what was gonna be a few hours ended up being an all night thing, never made it to my brother's huge ass thing he'd been planning forever, and got home at 2am. normally that'd be semi-okay but I HAVE TO FUCKING WORK AT 8 ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU VERY MUCH ASSHOLE BOSS.
so at like quarter to 6 i hear something shatter. i'm not getting up to see what it is. then i hear boyd's text message thinger go off (though it *is* iron maiden, so it's kinda funny, just not at 5:45 am). then yappa decides its time to walk all over me. as she's 16 i'm not gonna throw her but i kept picking her up and putting her on the ground or facing her the other way, but that just made her walk on me more furiously.
somewhere along the line someone knocked into the fan that points into my bedroom and makes to cool air from the air conditioner flow in so i was trying to kick covers off of me amidst all of this as well, then in his sleep wyl threw them all back on me, lol.
mind you, i didn't have to be awake until 7, but 5:45 it was to be.
the shattering, however, was a beer bottle from boyd (who was sleeping on the couch since he'd been drinking during the celebrations and didn't want to drive home) jumping up out of a dead sleep when some random dude walked into my apartment. yup, that's what happens in this building when you leave the door unlocked. wish i could say it was the first time, but boyd has a tough man complex and scared confused drunk guy away then locked the door. so i had a mystery visitor.
and now? work.
later? probably dishes because i'm fucking sick of looking at them, then sleeeeeep, wonderful wonderful sleeeeeeeeep, how i haven't known you at all these last few days. what a nice prelude to school. fuckin' work.
last night i carted everyone around for birthday celebrations because apparently everyone in mantua's mom's get cold in the winter and poof, 80939875643098 children have the same span of birthdays. what was gonna be a few hours ended up being an all night thing, never made it to my brother's huge ass thing he'd been planning forever, and got home at 2am. normally that'd be semi-okay but I HAVE TO FUCKING WORK AT 8 ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU VERY MUCH ASSHOLE BOSS.
so at like quarter to 6 i hear something shatter. i'm not getting up to see what it is. then i hear boyd's text message thinger go off (though it *is* iron maiden, so it's kinda funny, just not at 5:45 am). then yappa decides its time to walk all over me. as she's 16 i'm not gonna throw her but i kept picking her up and putting her on the ground or facing her the other way, but that just made her walk on me more furiously.
somewhere along the line someone knocked into the fan that points into my bedroom and makes to cool air from the air conditioner flow in so i was trying to kick covers off of me amidst all of this as well, then in his sleep wyl threw them all back on me, lol.
mind you, i didn't have to be awake until 7, but 5:45 it was to be.
the shattering, however, was a beer bottle from boyd (who was sleeping on the couch since he'd been drinking during the celebrations and didn't want to drive home) jumping up out of a dead sleep when some random dude walked into my apartment. yup, that's what happens in this building when you leave the door unlocked. wish i could say it was the first time, but boyd has a tough man complex and scared confused drunk guy away then locked the door. so i had a mystery visitor.
and now? work.
later? probably dishes because i'm fucking sick of looking at them, then sleeeeeep, wonderful wonderful sleeeeeeeeep, how i haven't known you at all these last few days. what a nice prelude to school. fuckin' work.
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