Never to move again when I have PMS. Holy hell. I was in a fine mood until an hour ago, when the evil switch was flipped inside Miss Monique. I went to Super Wal-Mart to get fabric softener and a few other things, most of which they were out of. What. The. Fuck. It’s fucking Wal-Mart?!!! How can they be out of items! OMFG. Plus it was annoying cart-pushing people day, as I was nearly in at least five cart collisions because of people who would just randomly push their cart across the main aisle at an angle. I couldn’t get out of that store quick enough, and I’m glad the little boy scouts were gone because I might have pitched the kids’ overpriced tins of popcorn at them.
I got home about 5:15 and the thought crossed my mind to go to church. And I decided I’d rather drink. LOL So that’s what I did (coke zero vanilla and bacardi silver). I am not the neatest person but living in chaos is really getting on my nerves. There are boxes and bags everywhere and it seems like I still have so much to do. Really, I don’t KNOW what else I have to do, aside from boxing up the kitchen and some odds and ends, but it seems like I have a lot to do!
I’m going to a meditation class tomorrow evening. Yeah, I think I need it. Oh and Limo Guy has been texting me. Christ Almighty. I don’t have TIME for sex! ROFLMAO
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∗ Posted by Monique on 09.30.2007
∗ Annoyances, My life










I put a chicken in the oven, and a vodka tonic in my glass. I hate everyone and every thing today (except you of course).
Comment by
Lucy (Who am I?) - September 30, 2007 6:27 pm
My house is in utter chaos right now too. I fucking hate it. I have so much shit to do and I can’t wrap my brain around where to start first.
I do know when I’m not sick anymore I need to go to the storage shed (probably much like your garage) and empty that shit out. OY, not looking forward to it!
I hate Sundays at Super Wal-Mart. Ugh, those people are just down right rude in there on Sundays (and most other days too)
Comment by
Sodapop (Who am I?) - September 30, 2007 6:52 pm