Aug 22, 2020
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I really need to get my hair done but I also really want a new tattoo 😭
I hate it when things become serious and complicated.
the worst thing tumblr ever did was changing the search option so any post mentioning the query shows up
Eugh though I am going to go stir-crazy waiting for Thursday. I need a vacation.
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Through out high school and college I never wore nail varnish but now I think I’m kinda obsessed; I brought three yesterday. But the worst thing is I can only wear it for 6 days a month. Like what am I supposed to do with 6 days? And there is no way I’m buying that nail Vanish that you can do wudu with because its like 12 pounds a bottle.
Catastrophe #1: It's 10pm and I'm out of Bananas
Possible Solution: Go to the store and buy some.
Hypothetical Result: Lose the 10 minutes of sleep I wasn’t going to get anyway considering how locked into another season of Law and Order: SVU I am, and go to bed comforted by the thought that I can wake up, pop one in the blender with an assortment of other healthy crap and start my day off right.
Actual Result: Guilt and panic. Granted these feelings stem from the poor planning and utter laziness that characterizes most of my free nights and could easily have been prevented by a quick jaunt into the grocery store on my way home from work. However, given the extent of my ability to be completely careless when it comes to maintaining my banana supply, I am now stuck at home, pajama clad, staring at my kitchen counter and waiting for a bushel of slightly green bananas to spontaneously appear on my yuppie banana hook and beg to be eaten. Standing here I begin to feel intense rushes of guilt: “good job, Corie, now you’re going to be stuck eating peanut butter toast AGAIN tomorrow morning and the unopened-vacuum-packed frozen berries are going to get freezer burn OVERNIGHT, not to mention the fact that the apple juice in the fridge is about to expire and OMG you’re SO wasteful!” My psyche can be a real bitch sometimes. But, oh wait, after the guilt-inspiring inner monologue, I can always expect the panic that accompanies minor and obviously inconsequential shifts in my daily routine. I find myself searching every cabinet and drawer, every nook and cranny of my refrigerator and freezer, attempting to track down at least a single fragment of a banana that will make my morning routine stay intact. Finally, panting, I give up, having scoured my ice cube trays for the third time since my search began hoping that banana slices had made a bid for freedom and leapt heroically from the container I freeze them in and landed tragically amidst some blocks of frozen water. I walk, defeated, back into the living room, consider my breakfast plans briefly, and decide to resume my search in the morning while clutching my daily 20oz dose of coffee and trying to problem solve my way around being sans smoothie for the day.
I hate complaining but
I will because this blog was always intended to be an outlet for my emotions.
Living at home is such fucking bullshit. I'm literally the only person who cleans and it's so disgusting. I was just throwing away 2 entire trash bags full of expired food, and realized that there are bugs crawling around in my cabinets. It could be a lot worse, but when my parents offer absolutely no assistance in cleaning (particularly cleaning up after their four pets, who shed hair all over the house), it's infuriating. I've been cleaning this house my entire life since my dad's ex-wife lived here due to her illnesses, and it hasn't gotten any better since his current girlfriend moved in. All they do is sit around, play on the computer, watch t.v, eat the shittiest food, and smoke cigarettes. You're entitled to your own shitty choices, as long as they don't interfere with mine....well, they DO fucking interfere with mine. My clothes always reek of cigarettes and their dirtiness stresses me out more than anything else. I'm a full-time college student, I work, I volunteer, and whatever time I have left over after doing homework is usually spent cleaning up after their mess. And on top of that, whenever my boyfriend sleeps over and quietly stays in my room while I'm at school, they loudly complain about him in the next room while I'm gone...saying shit about how he's sleeping all day and staying in one room...as if that's somehow bothering them.
I sound like a fucking brat right now but who cares. All they do is pay for my utilities, which I hardly even use because I'M NEVER HOME. And when I am home, I'm cleaning up after THEM.
I literally will not have any money to live on my own once I graduate, but I don't know if I can stand living here without losing my sanity. It was hard enough living with my stepmom for about 12 years who had mental and severe chronic health issues.
I'm fucking done.
So done.
I'm tempted to just leave all the shit on the counters that I pulled out of the cabinets and leave my house before my parents come back from their vacation. Hey great, I'm on fucking vacation too, but I need to spend at least an entire day cleaning up after you in order to feel comfortable in my own home.
tl;dr: everyone fucking sucks and is lazy.