fuck off.

oh my god, some fucking animal ripped my trash bag open and now there is trash everywhere in my yard! god damnit.

my anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun. #straightup

sup first bathroom break of day

i've got some tulips that kind of HAVE to be planted today and i'm freaking out about whether or not i will be productive enough to do it. oh well, i'm almost on my third cup of coffee so go girl. but if i have to drive to work today so help me god...(long drive, nine schools)

OH HEY THANKS CATS FOR SHITTING ON MY FLOOR

you ever go read a million pages back in your livejournal to help you remember who you are?

last night this girl was like "what's up my daygo baby?"

DO NOT EVER FUCKING CALL ME A DAYGO UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET YOUR HAIR PULLED.

i got my computer back but the internet doesn't really work. it just connects and reconnects every five minutes, making it impossible to use sites like facebook or AOL instant messaging. tips?

Our first vacuum.

This wasn't really our first vacuum. We didn't own one yet. My mom went next door and borrowed this fancy dirt devil (?) that was handheld. It was small, red, and boy was it cool. I don't remember what my mom needed to vacuum. I decided I was gonna give it a whirl myself though and find out if it worked as good as my mom thought, so I marched over to the kleenex box and started shredding tissue all over the living room floor. When I was midway through vacuuming it up, my dad walked in. It was not a pretty sight. I learned then that kleenex is apparently highly valued in my family.

When I moved into my current house, my parents gave me a dresser that was in the bedroom I grew up in. earlier this morning I happened to notice it still has this sticker I slapped on it as a child. A christmas wreath. My mom brought some home to put on christmas card envelopes and I used them all up "decorating" things around the house.