There we go.
My mom is mad at me, and with good reason. She asked me to clean up the house today while she was at work. Okay. And what did I do? I cleaned up my room for Nicole's party, spent a little time online, took a nap, and... uh... really, that's about it, now that I think about it. So she's quite angry with me because my room should have been neat and organized already, as thatshould be a daily thing, and I should have cleaned the house. And I agree with her; I'm mad at me, too. Or would be if I really felt much of anything. I'm sure I'd be quite mad. I'm lazy, and that's all there is to it. I should be shot.
Fuck. I was on my knees a lot of the time while I was cleaning, getting stuff off the floor or moving it. My right knee is really hurting. This is starting to piss me off. At this rate I'm going to forget myself and either smash the damned thing with a hammer or just chop it right off. I suppose I should be worried when I realize I'm really not kidding. It just seems like the thing to do. Not that it'd really help much; odds are it'd just cause more trouble.
I have the greatest talent for fucking up relationships - I'm so good at it, I can fuck up relationships that I'm not even in! It's a gift.
Nicole and her friends are the single greatest entertainment any one person could ask for. They are so amusing.
I think I will go take a nap now. I'm very tired today, for some reason.