The Foetus of a Parlour

[x_los]

Dripping sweat from a 2:45 am shop-vacing of the proposed basement sitting room area. There was gratuitous spider death-- I sucked up the webs, carefully suctioned all the egg sacks, and even harassed the one lone living specimine of spider I found. Dust was also given no quarter. I've been trying to perform some mystical origami that will make the rug my grandmother brought up for me fit? Nope. It's simply too big. I'll just vacuum it and put it in the Corey Gingerich Memorial Drum Enclave when everyone's moved all their crap out of that region. Might make a good, I dunno, yoga, crafts and bee-keeping area or some bullshit. And my grandmother wasn't kidding when she said it was Ungently Used. This rug has been beat the fuck up and is Christina Aguilara dirrrty. I'mma hit Stuff Etcetera and be like, Rug Me with some actual dimensions of the space and crap.

Today: Have done all dishes, gone to work, mailed back the Netflix, tidied the living room, scoured out a burnt cookie pan, returned all the cans, grocery shopped, folded laundry and read 80 pages of Jude the Obscure for class. Also hung w/ Collin, Alyssa, Meg, Patch, Christian, Sam and Sunshine.

Tomorrow: Job interview, ruging, figuring out why one of my ATM cards is broken, buying more of my textbooks, hopefully 150 pgs of Jude.

I. Am. So. Fucking. Tired. So tired I could eat all y'all. Watch yo'selves.

Comments

[shattered-girl.livejournal.com]

For destroying the spiders that cause Ana to have spidery death attacks from allergies....I am going to molester the hell out of you! I've been trying to convince people to torture the spiders out of some sort of twisted vengeance for them biting me 10 times and making horribly sick. SO you win!!!! Yay. I give you...something that will be useful, at some point when I figure it out. I'm just not that put together mentally right now.