I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs...

I woke up this morning at 5:24am from a night of barely any sleep. I couldn't get comfortable, and then I was too hot, then I was too cold, and etc. I tried to sleep in a little more but just got bored and got up at about 9:30am . I was home alone (my favorite time), I made my bed, remembering how Taylor and I were laying the previous day. After that I went downstairs, jumped at my reflection (it was my fault for falling asleep with wet hair) and ate breakfast. I quickly became aggrivated when I noticed that the back door had been left open and the cats were running around the basement. I called for them and all three sulked back upstairs hanging their heads. They knew better. My step dads reason for leaving it open was because the cats chase the mice away, but if they keep making messes down there their "gone". Well, then we really will have mice problems won't we? Dumbass. It's simple: close the door, no more messes. The cats scent is enough to keep the mice at bay, if not, they'll have me to deal with.


After that bit of a fit, I swept the kitchen floor, did a load of laundry, acted like I actually wanted to have a conversation and listened to my step fathers woes. Drank two cups of coffee, and got dressed. And don't you hate the feeling you get when it feels like somebody is grabbing your overies and squeezing really hard? Yeah, I hate it to. Hated the walk to the metro, hated waiting for the metro, hated the ride, hated not getting a computer at Delta, and hated my test. Love my look though, I was cute. :]