I'm useless, but not for long
Ooh... that was cool. Just tuned into Radio 1's live streaming broadcast right at the start of a song I really like. Anyway.. woke up to 3 separate piles of crap layed just outside my bedroom door this morning. The cats apparently aren't very fond of me right now and have no problem letting me know. It was almost kind of amusing. I mean, aside from the fact there were 3 steaming piles - one for each cat - in the immediate walk from my bedroom door to the bathroom. That could've been nasty but I managed to avoid the landmines. But you know, it's kinda like.. aww... they leave poos in a place I'm sure to step in them to register their displeasure.
Moose's was probably like, hey.. you let me get knocked up.. Now I'm miserable. So too shall you be.
Killian's.. well? Obviously.. I just had his balls cut off and his front claws pulled out of his skeleton, fair enough. In fact maybe all three were his?
And Amelia... well she's probably still pissed off Killian actually returned. She likes mommy time and doesn't appreciate having to share. She's been a real bitch since Killian got back.. constantly hissing at him and even getting all territorial with their food.
So I cleaned up the mess and changed the litterboxes over. Hopefully that'll help.
It's been a rough morning.. I feel so crap that I don't even have the energy to be THAT upset about any of it. Cramping horribly and have taken some Tylenol, waiting for that to kick in. I desperately need to clean the apartment up and actually WANT to, but just don't feel physically good enough to. I'm sick of living in filth. I hate that Sean and Brandon are gonna see the apartment in such bad shape. It's not so bad with Sean because we lived together 2 years.. he knows this isn't usually how I live, so he won't think much of it. But I hate knowing Brandon's going to see this place and assume that I find this acceptable. I almost want to back out of him visiting and wait until I'm back in Flag with a place set up there.
God.. SO looking forward to collecting my stuff from Arkansas, and having my furniture back that's currently at my mom's and having an apartment I like, that obviously isn't furnished from the catalog Dumpster Diving. Having my stuff back alone is worth returning to Arizona. Ahhh.. a computer that WORKS.. with thousands of mp3s.. and speakers.. and.. and.. a bed and sofa and things that are familiar to me. You know, those luxury items.
Moose's was probably like, hey.. you let me get knocked up.. Now I'm miserable. So too shall you be.
Killian's.. well? Obviously.. I just had his balls cut off and his front claws pulled out of his skeleton, fair enough. In fact maybe all three were his?
And Amelia... well she's probably still pissed off Killian actually returned. She likes mommy time and doesn't appreciate having to share. She's been a real bitch since Killian got back.. constantly hissing at him and even getting all territorial with their food.
So I cleaned up the mess and changed the litterboxes over. Hopefully that'll help.
It's been a rough morning.. I feel so crap that I don't even have the energy to be THAT upset about any of it. Cramping horribly and have taken some Tylenol, waiting for that to kick in. I desperately need to clean the apartment up and actually WANT to, but just don't feel physically good enough to. I'm sick of living in filth. I hate that Sean and Brandon are gonna see the apartment in such bad shape. It's not so bad with Sean because we lived together 2 years.. he knows this isn't usually how I live, so he won't think much of it. But I hate knowing Brandon's going to see this place and assume that I find this acceptable. I almost want to back out of him visiting and wait until I'm back in Flag with a place set up there.
God.. SO looking forward to collecting my stuff from Arkansas, and having my furniture back that's currently at my mom's and having an apartment I like, that obviously isn't furnished from the catalog Dumpster Diving. Having my stuff back alone is worth returning to Arizona. Ahhh.. a computer that WORKS.. with thousands of mp3s.. and speakers.. and.. and.. a bed and sofa and things that are familiar to me. You know, those luxury items.
posted by Heather at 8:05 AM
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