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Just Talking
You know, most people will find this pointless to read, but I don't care.
I'm sick of CLEANING after people. Do you have any idea how frustrating it is? Very.
Cleaning does so many wonders, though. Like today, I made my bed more hardcore than usual. I tore everything off the bed and peeled off the feather bed to arrange it into his regular shape again. While doing that, I found the silver mermaid ring I bought at Ozzfest this year. Highlight of the day, honestly, because it means so much to me. I love that thing. It's a gorgeous silver ring where the mermaid herself is playing a flute and her tail forms the band for your finger, the very end of the tail fanning at the mermaid's torso when it returns from forming the circle. So anyway, I lost it weeks ago, and all along I find that I've been sleeping on it the entire time every single night. Hm.
So, yeah, back to the main subject.
I did the dishes. Straightened out the couch (because some lovely formed that into a bed for themselves to watch TV comfortably). I spilled a little bit of coffee ground on the kitchen floor earlier because when I was going through the freezer to find some dinner, some genius placed the bag right on the edge of the shelf, wide open without the top even rolled down. So, it puked some of its contents onto the floor, I grumble the fuck-word, then I get a broom and pan to sweep it up. All clean. You see? I clean my messes. I'm a good girl.
I've been lounging on my nicely-made bed now for a few minutes at this point. On my right, I see the window to the outside, and also the fan in the window. Every time I look through the fan, I see a distorted image of the outside. I keep thinking that the combination of my neighbor's mailbox and the black of the other neighbor's hilled driveway is a car. Alas, the distorted image of it deceived me. However, it still looks like a car even though I know it's not a car. I looked again and now it looks like a white car. Every time I lift myself to look out the window through clear glass, all I see is the road, so there's not actually a white car out there either. That's as likely as there being a black car out there. Through the view of the glass, nothing out there looks even a little bit like car.
Now it just got too dark to see anything through the fan in the window. I wonder if that fan is going to be necessary, really? It was quite cold today. I went to bed last night absolutely frozen, and I woke up this morning absolutely frozen. I wore a jacket with a hoodie over it during school because I was still so cold. I seem fine right now, though. Then again, I've been warm ever since I was in the basement working out this afternoon. My legs are a bit chilly, though.
It's now 7:41.
No, it's 7:42.
I'm going to go do something better.
tiredI'm sick of CLEANING after people. Do you have any idea how frustrating it is? Very.
Cleaning does so many wonders, though. Like today, I made my bed more hardcore than usual. I tore everything off the bed and peeled off the feather bed to arrange it into his regular shape again. While doing that, I found the silver mermaid ring I bought at Ozzfest this year. Highlight of the day, honestly, because it means so much to me. I love that thing. It's a gorgeous silver ring where the mermaid herself is playing a flute and her tail forms the band for your finger, the very end of the tail fanning at the mermaid's torso when it returns from forming the circle. So anyway, I lost it weeks ago, and all along I find that I've been sleeping on it the entire time every single night. Hm.
So, yeah, back to the main subject.
I did the dishes. Straightened out the couch (because some lovely formed that into a bed for themselves to watch TV comfortably). I spilled a little bit of coffee ground on the kitchen floor earlier because when I was going through the freezer to find some dinner, some genius placed the bag right on the edge of the shelf, wide open without the top even rolled down. So, it puked some of its contents onto the floor, I grumble the fuck-word, then I get a broom and pan to sweep it up. All clean. You see? I clean my messes. I'm a good girl.
I've been lounging on my nicely-made bed now for a few minutes at this point. On my right, I see the window to the outside, and also the fan in the window. Every time I look through the fan, I see a distorted image of the outside. I keep thinking that the combination of my neighbor's mailbox and the black of the other neighbor's hilled driveway is a car. Alas, the distorted image of it deceived me. However, it still looks like a car even though I know it's not a car. I looked again and now it looks like a white car. Every time I lift myself to look out the window through clear glass, all I see is the road, so there's not actually a white car out there either. That's as likely as there being a black car out there. Through the view of the glass, nothing out there looks even a little bit like car.
Now it just got too dark to see anything through the fan in the window. I wonder if that fan is going to be necessary, really? It was quite cold today. I went to bed last night absolutely frozen, and I woke up this morning absolutely frozen. I wore a jacket with a hoodie over it during school because I was still so cold. I seem fine right now, though. Then again, I've been warm ever since I was in the basement working out this afternoon. My legs are a bit chilly, though.
It's now 7:41.
No, it's 7:42.
I'm going to go do something better.
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