Yep. These last two weeks of my life have officially been wrenched from the crapper. I've gone from having my room, clothes in the attic and all my many bicycle possessions be turned upside down as it was searched - sorry not searched - let's call it DESTROYED in a drug raid, yep complete with 10 cops and a nice battering ram that blasted the front doors and frames apart (roommate's son evidently was thought to still live there and store his stuff there) to bike flats to being sick to last night's horrible crappy meal - of which I'm taking one portion of it back to the restaurant tonite.
Downright, crummy bad black effin mood.
Oh yeah, and I was an hour late today because I slept thru all THREE of my alarms cause I was woken up by roommate around 2 am cause she was complaining (to herself) about the fact that her boyfriend (my main roommate) wasn't home and I gave her the dissertation of her life on how they need to get their lives together and get a regular daytime job and not sleep all day and ...
she took great pleasure when she laughed and yelled into me at 8:02 am this morning "Thought you were going to work today".
Yep. Great day.
And here I ran around the house last night and smudged the hell out of it with my cedar/sage schmoke bomb in my caldron - all the while muttering things under my breath while I also did the perimeter of the property trying to blast out the bad things and negativities that have been raining on the house for 2 weeks.
heh. Even my wiccan stuff has forsaken me.
Guess I need to do it again tonight.
ANYWAYS. You got stuff to spew?
Toss it right here where it belongs so then it can all be royally flushed.
<looks curiously at this style of toilet - not quite sure how to ...>