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HI, I'M COVERED IN BLOOD AND MY UNDERWEAR HAS A SKULL AND CROSSBONES ON IT.
In other news, it is entirely too fucking hot to be moving furniture and vacuuming and beating out carpets, so obviously that's what I'm doing because I am SO GODDAMN SMRT. Seriously, I could put a lot of alphabet soup after my name, so apparently someone spent a lot of time and money educating a moron.
It was like, if I looked at the throw rug that is covered with plant debris (I don't know, I have like twenty plants now, due to PLANTSPLOSION 2009, and they all shed, even at the best of times) and all crookedy because it is clearly made out of recycled Pampers and so has the structural integrity of a Ramen noodle, I was going to kill myself. So I moved all the furniture, INCLUDING THE COUCH, and pulled the rug up, and set all the plants to one side to evaluate on the basis of have pot/okay in pot/need new pot, and NOW I want to kill myself because it is RIDICULOUSLY hot, way too hot for this sort of activity.
So, all in all, all choices today add up to DEATH. Great.
Oh god, a breeze. I'll just be right here, basking in the breeze. SOMEONE FETCH ME A SLAVEY TO FAN ME.
Also, I'm totally serious about the blood. No idea what I'm cutting myself on, but my legs look like a roadmap to the ER.
In other news, it is entirely too fucking hot to be moving furniture and vacuuming and beating out carpets, so obviously that's what I'm doing because I am SO GODDAMN SMRT. Seriously, I could put a lot of alphabet soup after my name, so apparently someone spent a lot of time and money educating a moron.
It was like, if I looked at the throw rug that is covered with plant debris (I don't know, I have like twenty plants now, due to PLANTSPLOSION 2009, and they all shed, even at the best of times) and all crookedy because it is clearly made out of recycled Pampers and so has the structural integrity of a Ramen noodle, I was going to kill myself. So I moved all the furniture, INCLUDING THE COUCH, and pulled the rug up, and set all the plants to one side to evaluate on the basis of have pot/okay in pot/need new pot, and NOW I want to kill myself because it is RIDICULOUSLY hot, way too hot for this sort of activity.
So, all in all, all choices today add up to DEATH. Great.
Oh god, a breeze. I'll just be right here, basking in the breeze. SOMEONE FETCH ME A SLAVEY TO FAN ME.
Also, I'm totally serious about the blood. No idea what I'm cutting myself on, but my legs look like a roadmap to the ER.
