Have I mentioned that after eating pain pills Sweety becomes becomes very needy and clingy and he tells me the same stories about how his day went at least eleventy-billion times before he goes to sleep? And once he goes to sleep he snores loud enough to scare the dogs into barking. Did I mention needy and clingy? Like I-need-a-pick-axe-to-beat-his-ass-until-he-shuts-up-and-gets-off-of-me clingy? But he does let me shove the dog in his pants for photos so I'll stop bitching.
I am so freaking glad that Saturday is here. On Thursday I thought that it was Wednesday (one of my days off) when I woke up. It really sucked to realize that I had 2 days of work to go. That sort of thing makes me want to cry. It's like my brain played a mean joke on me.
Speaking of work - When you call your (insert water company, electric company, trash service pick-up, or credit card company here) and the kind customer service person (who is really not in charge of anything and did not cause whatthefuckever thing you are calling about) asks for your name: Give your LAST name too. Don't just say your first name and then act pissy when asked for your last name. And while we're at it - you don't need to spell your name either. I've got a pretty damn good idea of how to spell "Smith".
Something absolutely horrible that I did when I was a teenager: My sister and I told my parents that we wanted to cook them dinner. You know, to be nice. Then we doctored everything up with sleeping pills (they were generic pills. blue. do you know how hard it is to hide blue powder in vanilla ice cream?) and snuck out of the house when they passed out.
Why is it so hard to come up with titles for these stinking posts sometimes?