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 Fuck this shit...

Someday I am going to have a place of my own, where no one can ask favours of me that need to be done right this second (when said favour involves me not looking my worst, I don't think "right this second" is an appropriate time frame for someone slightly hungover and premenstrual. Five minutes is all I asked for). And then when I'm dressed up, chucking a hissy fit and saying you don't want to do it anymore is just bitchy.

So... yeah, looking forward to a place of my own, where I can eat on my own schedule, and work as I chose, and things will be clean, and nice, and people will like me. Because everything around here sucks. Especially me.

Labels: life is fail, tired, wasting my life