angelgazing | Dear today, you suck, no love, me

Did not want to get out of bed this morning.

Work blew and disrupted my life in much the way that sixty mile hour winds do a... thing it blows around and abuses. I hate kids, especially ones who don't listen when you say nicely, "those aren't toys, please don't touch them" and not even when you say, "hey, don't touch those, please they aren't for playing with." Which is doubly annoying because, hi, I hate to repeat myself, and also there is a sign right there that says the same thing.

My mom decided to try and guilt trip me, I still don't have the tape of GG and VM from the break up week and she "forgot" to bring me my social security card. Which, fine, if she doesn't want to go with me to open a checking account, well, I can deal. But goddamn it bring me that card so I can go at all. And I need it to get a library card too. Which I need to read more Gaiman.

A hundred people asked a million stupid questions.

LJ ate my phone post.

I didn't get the drink I wanted at Sonic.

There were people praying in my house when I got home.

I have no excuses left to not write my remix fic.

And I need someone to talk me out of making a Numbers mood theme.

::crawls under the covers and never comes out::

Dear today, you suck, no love, me

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