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January 18, 2007 10:14PM

Bad Day


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I had a pretty crappy day yesterday, and I had a much worse day today, for many reasons, reasons I fear I cannot write here for the reasons for my bad day would most likely not make sense to anyone. I may expand upon this later, but for right now it's not what I'm writing this for.

My immediate frustration is that fact that I've had such a bad day, that all I wanted to do was sit back and warm my freezing cold hands in a nice hot bubble bath for twenty minutes or so, and then relax in bed, but oh! I go in to start such a bath, when what's this? The bathtub is so disgustingly dirty and covered in black hair dye that I'll have to spend around a half hour on my hands and knees cleaning up something I had nothing to do with, just so I can relax? Why not just hit myself in the head with the sharp side of a claw hammer, because I'm sure that's more fucking relaxing.

Speaking of the bathroom, Jess slept over last night, so I'm not sure who it was (either her or Michelle), so I'll just use they. It would appear as though in the night one of the cats had trouble digesting their food and had thrown up onto the bathroom mat that we have in front of the sink, and someone had found it in the morning, and instead of taking the thirty seconds to grab paper towel and just wipe it up and throw it in the garbage less than six inches from the mat, they were in fact so lazy that they couldn't even tell me that there was throw up there for me to clean up, and instead of selecting one of those two options, folded the mat in half, to cover the throw up. When I got up and went to the bathroom this morning, I was greeted by mostly dried up cat puke completely stuck and ground into the fibers of the mat, that I wouldn't have found in the first place, if the mat wasn't soaking wet with feline bile and I hadn't stepped on it with bare feet. So... next time a cat throws up, please, whether your a visitor here, or live her, please don't try to hide it, cause it won't just disappear, at least tell me so I can clean it up and ya know.. not step in it.


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  • I lived on Grey St.
  • Michelle was my Roommate

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Ally
January 18, 2007

I understand completely. *nods*
Yeah.


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