My day was so amazing up until now. I slept in, I danced around the bedroom, I’m almost done with my essay, and I was looking forward to a fun night.
Then someone has to come home and fucking ruin it. It pisses me off how he can just kill my mood and my entire day.
Then because I’m upset he talks about how he’s just trying to “set boundaries”.
He just wants to fucking sleep all day.
Someone stole the office stapler.
In a time-span of TWO FUCKING MINUTES.
But I feel good knowing I’m not that of a horrible person and that they’re going to BURN IN HELL for whatever they do to our poor little stapler.
I hope they feel bad.
I wanted to watch Pocahontas the other day.
It took me an ENTIRE semester to find it at home, I feel like my sisters just HAD to hide the one movie I realllllly wanted to take with me.
I found it over winter break!! Yay.
I get here. I’m depressed. I open it….and there’s only the special features disk.