Of course you did.
Sorry for not posting in so long, I was kinda depressed from not having a car for three weeks, and Friday when it was fixed I was too busy driving in it to write. But for now I'm home and bored.
As you may have guessed, I got my car back but it's not totally done yet, we still need to change the oil, belt, and power steering fluid. But it's drivable. I have fleas really really insanely bad, to the point where on the tops of my feet there is hardly a square inch without a sore, and I ordered some Frontline but it's not here yet. I pray to all that's holy it fucking works. Nothing else I've bought has done more than make a temporary dent. I also have what I am pretty sure is a canker sore in my mouth. It hurts.
Mom put the door that separates the basement from the main floor back on the hinges, even though it's a stupid thing to do. She doesn't want my two cats to come up from the basement, plus her cat was being confined because she kept coming downstairs and pissing on the floor NEXT TO the litterbox, which was a major fucking disgusting and smelly pain in my ass, and even though her cat is a bitch, so is my mom, and that is why her cat has two floors of the house to run around and piss in, and my boys, who have never peed outside the box except when Sylvester had his bladder infection, are confined to a basement that is partially blocked off because mom also keeps the laundry door shut to keep them out. I think it is going to be "accidentally" left open a lot more often now. They basically have three and a half rooms while Angel gets the entire fucking house. My mom is a bitch, and I have a major talent for run-on sentences.
Mike is in San Fran this week, the lucky bastard, and we are half-planning a trip up there, the two of us, sometime in the future. Plans are hazy.
My nails are so long I can hardly type, but I am too vain to cut them until it's necessary. Why? Because I can.
GODDAMN I HATE FLEAS!!!!!!!!!!!!