random adventure to the fridge?!

Okay,

So hi.

Today was fucking crazyy.

I didn't feel like doing anything, at all!

But I of course had to go take care of the animals... (Yay...)

I swear they try to kill me sometime, goats are like piranhas when they're hungry. -.-

But anyway...

So later in the day, I was starvinggg.

I walk into the kitchen,  I was already feeling shitty.

But when I walked into the kitchen, and opened the fridge.

I wanted to cry and blow the fridge up.

Why did I want to cry... I guess because I was already in a pissy mood and when I looked into the refrigerator, there was NOTHING I wanted to eat... and to be honest. Really need to go shopping. =.= I hate shopping... (Okay, so I don't hate it... and my mother despise it when I use the word h-a-t-e. But I REALLY dislike shopping. So I'm going to use it this time!)

And then my ex had to go and call me.

And talk to me about the most random, awkward, kind of annoying, shit. Ever?

But it did make me laugh (sometimes).

But other times I just felt like punching him in the face, but'cha know...

Maybe I'll do that next time I see him?!

Okay...Probably not, I don't really like to hurt people, unless they deserve it.. But I guess after the things he's done, he does deserve it.

I guess I should make up my mind.. >.>

Why have things been upsetting my normally calm self lately?!

It's so damn annoying.

And then I have to act all hokey pokey because my mother doesn't like people's attitudes being anything other than a fucking ball of sunshine.

(If she ever reads this....)

Hehe.

But yeah... I had a pretty fucked up day I guess.

Well, it could've been worse...

But oh well.

I've got tea?!

Sorry, I like tea...

I wrote most of this because I felt like not being such a downer, and writing something that doesn't have to make sense and makes me feel better just by writing it!

Tomorrow is going to be a fucking blast....(Very heavy, heavy sarcasm...)

My mother is going to make me play maid tomorrow.

She wants the house to look SPECTACULAR for when her asshole of a husband (my father) gets home on Wednesday. Which you might already know, is my birthday.

YAY ME.

Not.

Sometimes it'd be nice I think, to just set the house on fire...but then I couldn't sleep in my epically soft, overloaded with pillows bed.

Or use my laptop...

Boo.

I could really use a fun day off, just to go somewhere and chill.

But I live in the middle of fucking nowhere.

So good fucking luck to that.

So many complications!?