Hey everyone. How's it going? I am tired and in a terrible mood.
I've had a busy day. Went to my baby appointment (where I decided what screening tests I want to take), then went to my parents...it was super loud there. They were getting a new refrigerator which had to be assembled inside the house (and the old one had to be taken apart) and my dad had to talk ABOVE the noise to the delivery guys about tv shows. Then he wanted me to put all his shit in to the new fridge for him. Uhhh 80% of that stuff is expired like 2 years ago, I was ready to throw it all away but of course they wouldn't have liked that so I just walked away. I made lunch...my mom said "You're getting fat" so I went off on her. I'm 5'7, I weigh 110 lbs, and I have not gained a single pound in the past 8 years. I told her she was fucking rude and to keep her mouth shut. Even if I was gaining weight, it would be baby weight, and babies are not made out of fat, they're made out of guts and shit. I've had people talk shit to me about my weight all of my fucking life. They just don't stop. I don't appreciate it coming from my mother. Next time I'm gonna tell her she's getting fucking ugly or something. And my dad kept walking around asking me if I was cooking something. Yes, I am cooking something. "Oh." A few minutes later... "It smells like you're cooking something. Are you cooking something?" Yes, I just told you I'm cooking something. "Oh yeah. Right. Should I pack a pipe?" I'm pregnant. I'm not going to smoke weed right now. I told you that last week. And the week before. And the week before. And the week before. "oh. Ok. Well do you want to try the weed infused whiskey?" I'M PREGNANT. I CAN'T DRINK. "Oh. Right." Every single time.
So last week I called my rental management because they'd sent me a letter saying they were going to do an inspection today between 9 and 3 (call them if I wasn't going to be home so that I could reschedule), and I wasn't going to be home until 2. So yeah, I called to tell them that and they said "Ok she will come out after 2". I got home at 1:20pm and there was already a card on my door to say that I needed to reschedule because I wasn't home. They never have their shit together. I called them up like WTF. Now i'm waiting for them to show up and I'm exhausted. I need a nap, I'm super grumpy, I don't feel good. I just hope I'm not rude to the stupid inspector when he or she comes by.
Submitted February 12, 2015 at 04:45AM by ifoundxaway http://ift.tt/1zN3h8F TheMixedNuts
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