I'm thinking, if I forgo some eBay spending, I could use that money for housekeeping instead. I'm going to look into that. When I was cleaning, stirring up all that dust, I started to wheeze pretty bad and by the time I went up and down three flights of stairs three times to take out the trash, I was in pretty sad shape. I need help.
Two papers due today; neither one of them is done. Sometimes I get so discouraged, but then I remember how many lame-brained motherfuckers I've known who've had college degrees. If they can do it, I can.
Speaking of lame, my mother pisses me off to no end. There's some neat underground caverns that are open to the public roughly an hour from where my parents live; we went there when I was a kid. Even in 100+ degree heat, it's always 75 degrees down there. Well, she won't take her relatives there; she said, "I don't drive that far." I reminded her that she drove us there before and she said, "Yes, well, there's a lot more traffic now." Traffic, my ass. I mean, Jezus fucking Christ. She frustrates me to no end. It's so much more entertaining for her guests when she sits there all day with a dour expression on her face. Poor people, they go walking around for several hours and then take long naps. I would too, what other options do they have without their own vehicle?
And I'm tired of her complaining about her husband. She's the one who married him and stayed with him all these years; if there's anyone to blame, it's herself. I don't want to hear it.
I watched that new president show with Geena Davis, and my dad made some disparaging, misogynistic remark about it. Typical and expected behavior of him. I looked at him and said, "It's a good show." I'm sick of him. I'm sick of them both. I think it's safe to say that I hate my parents.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 9:55 AM
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