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impy...I have absolutely no appetite. None. Nada. Which is odd since I love spaghetti. On the other hand, maybe if someone hadn't thrown away my stuff, I wouldn't be so mad I could throttle someone!
I woke up to find out it was a) 7:30 and b) to find out that my father and brother began cleaning out the garage. Bully for them, except they THREW OUT MY STUFF! There was like, nothing of Dad's in the pile of crap by the street, and some of sean's, but two giant boxes [I wasn't kidding when I said I tried everything to avoid moving, including packing horribly] of my stuff. To make things worse? One was chock full of my books, and the other included more books and my freakin' My Little Ponies, which when asked about years ago, I was told were obviously in the middle of the junk pile and thus not easily found. But you can't tell me the boy and Dad dug to the middle to find stuff to throw out already. They threw my stuff out! [and, I should note, lots of mom's. ]
And I didn't find out until it had been sitting at the side of the road for hours. And since I was out there for all of twenty minutes trying to lug the verrrrrry heavy boxes back to the house and had no less than ten people eye the pile of stuff, I worry about what people had already helped themselves to. AUGH!
You do not throw my books away. You do not throw my stuff away. You do not tell me you'll be going through stuff on Sunday/Monday and then wait until Wednesday, after 1pm, and then sneakily like ninjas throw my stuff away and not expect some serious 16 year old drama queen, omygodyou're ruining mylife, would it have killed you to fucking wake me up, what kind of idiots are are you rants, okay?
For the record, of that little rant, I only uttered the wake me up one, kay? Maturity, thy name is Imp.
Annnnnnnd in other news, good news I might add, Paja finally arrived. Fangirl moment? OMG! So pretty. The eyes are both freaky and gorgeous. Oh yes. The love.
Gotta go. Use of new icon once more, only now I mean it.
I woke up to find out it was a) 7:30 and b) to find out that my father and brother began cleaning out the garage. Bully for them, except they THREW OUT MY STUFF! There was like, nothing of Dad's in the pile of crap by the street, and some of sean's, but two giant boxes [I wasn't kidding when I said I tried everything to avoid moving, including packing horribly] of my stuff. To make things worse? One was chock full of my books, and the other included more books and my freakin' My Little Ponies, which when asked about years ago, I was told were obviously in the middle of the junk pile and thus not easily found. But you can't tell me the boy and Dad dug to the middle to find stuff to throw out already. They threw my stuff out! [and, I should note, lots of mom's. ]
And I didn't find out until it had been sitting at the side of the road for hours. And since I was out there for all of twenty minutes trying to lug the verrrrrry heavy boxes back to the house and had no less than ten people eye the pile of stuff, I worry about what people had already helped themselves to. AUGH!
You do not throw my books away. You do not throw my stuff away. You do not tell me you'll be going through stuff on Sunday/Monday and then wait until Wednesday, after 1pm, and then sneakily like ninjas throw my stuff away and not expect some serious 16 year old drama queen, omygodyou're ruining mylife, would it have killed you to fucking wake me up, what kind of idiots are are you rants, okay?
For the record, of that little rant, I only uttered the wake me up one, kay? Maturity, thy name is Imp.
Annnnnnnd in other news, good news I might add, Paja finally arrived. Fangirl moment? OMG! So pretty. The eyes are both freaky and gorgeous. Oh yes. The love.
Gotta go. Use of new icon once more, only now I mean it.
