AWKWARD ZOMBIE

She doesn't really clean things like that. She prefers to let it sit around until she herself decides to throw it away (by which point either me or my brother are given the task). I didn't want to carry it back to the house, especially after it splashed onto my feet as I was attempting to empty the contents as a pop flyin' little "guess what I'm carrying!!" She neglected to tell me what it was.

Besides, we have another that came with it that is currently not being used and isn't encrusted with chunks of used cat litter that was left in the rain.


I don't like handling people's messes that they tell me to clean up because they decided to be lazy and procrastinated for days and let it become a problem, especially if they repeatedly tell me they're going to get to it and that I shouldn't worry about it. I practically stopped leaving my room for a reason. My brother likewise has himself confined to his own room for similar reasons.

On the topic of never leaving the room, I stay in my room a lot. I don't even really care to be social a lot of times, but since I stayed in my room so much when I was younger, now when I come out my family says things like "there's the caveman." And so I just leave if they're going to joke about me like that.

Dad's so joyful to be around. Was an booty all day in the car and was mad that it took 3 hotels to get a room. Not like it's a bad day for travel or anything.

Also I saved us 2 hours of traffic sitting with a 5 minute detour and he was adamant the whole time that it was a waste of time and I was wrong because there was a line of 10 cars at a light.

Sometimes, I feel like going out for a walk but at the same time, I feel like I'd be pressured into taking the dog as well.

I love dogs and all but I don't feel like walking with one, I like taking things at my own pace and just letting my mind go blank when I walk. This is a big dog so he'd disturb my primary reason for walking.

I prefer little dogs for walks, at least your arm isn't being yanked that way.

My older sister came home today. That's enough to piss me off. I can't stand her.

left my phone that i got for christmas and had for an entire one day out in the rain on accident and now it doesn't work

Stuck in the icy rain hell that is Chicago right now. Trying to get out to seeWrybread and now Im stuck in a hotel till Wed aahhhhhjh I just want to see her. Realy fucking badly. It was fuckin near summer weather and then bodaciously overmight when I had to fly a massive snow and icestorm hits. Airline wouldonmly give me a discount on a hotel but I guess it sbetter than sleepin in a fuckin airport for 2 days. Arthritis is raging in my leh agter running around and gettting stuck outside waiting for the shuttle.

wprst of all im not close enough to downtown chicago that i can order deep dish. SUCH IS LIFE.

Wait there's not a Giordano's near enough to deliver? They're supposed to be all over the city.

What the fuck.

Chicago really is the worst.

O'Hare airport is prety outside downtown chicago, pretty much is in the NE outskirts.

I didn't realize it snowed that bad in Chicago... I should check grandma.

oh no this aint shit for chicago itself, just fucked over the airport with how fast it came in plus holiday travel

So for some reason for our final project for my Server class we have to make the whole thing in Hyper V despite using VMWare the whole year. Ofcourse I don't have Windows 8.1 Pro installed, so now I have to run Hyper V in a VMware VM and everything takes fucking forever.

Mom decided she wanted to be angry and throw a tantrum because I wanted the oven to be preheated so I could make me and my brother something to eat when she was done cooking in ten minutes.

She was perfectly fine and being pop flyin' for five minutes after she stepped to the side after after I asked her if it was okay. Then she suddenly started getting all huffy and puffy about how she couldn't get anything done in peace, without anynsort of indication that something was wrong.

I don't understand people.

Starting the new year with a nightmare about parasites was entirely unneeded.

Not only could I not do anything for hew year's eve because I worked at 10 today, it also turned to be inventory day so I got to spend my entire shift bent down to count junk and when I thought I was done (I had gone through every single item in the notebook) my boss stepped in and told me to do everything else that wasn't in the list so I had to make the list myself (with prices and IDs and quantities). Did you know not a single one of the trashy magazines we sell has the same price and, as such, they must all be separate entries in the list?