Yeah, just... whatever.
Jan. 4th, 2003 12:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220God, if it's not one thing it's another.
I have random nagging pain all the way through my right shoulder, someone's eaten the last of my microwave popcorn, I can't seem to get all of me warm at once thanks to the severe airing the house got earlier (The central heating's not totally rectified that yet apparently) and so far today everything anyone has said and/or done seems to have made me randomly moody and/or irrational.
And I'm still pissed off with magic lab for missing that issue of Ultimate war 2. I have to go down there tomorrow to whinge at them but I just know they're not going to have a spare copy of it so I don't know why I'm bothering.
Oh, and sappy shit on TV keeps making me feel like I'm going to cry at the very slightest provocation, and we all know what that means. Evil hormones are screwing me over and I'm armed and ready to kill.
Or at least ready to blub, whichever happens first.
Oh, and I started this morning with a random guilt-trip. I woke up and could hear my mum talking on the phone in the next room, and just as I came around I heard the words "Yes, well it does cost me, but that's just how it is..." and in the strange merging reality of dream and waking state I could have sworn she was talking about the price of John and I still living at home.
In actuality she wasn't, she was talking about capital gains tax and the 8 grand it'll cost her to sell the other house, but it left an uncomfortable resude of a reminder that I'm 4 weeks off 20 and am still living in the same box room I've been living in since I was 6.
And now, if you don't mind I'm going to wander off over there to sit in the dark and watch tragically bad rom-coms till 3am, and silently wish my stupid brother hadn't eaten all of the popcorn. And wonder when Guylian chocolates became so crap when they used to be so nice...
*looks disdainfully at crap truffley thing... then eats it anyway
I have random nagging pain all the way through my right shoulder, someone's eaten the last of my microwave popcorn, I can't seem to get all of me warm at once thanks to the severe airing the house got earlier (The central heating's not totally rectified that yet apparently) and so far today everything anyone has said and/or done seems to have made me randomly moody and/or irrational.
And I'm still pissed off with magic lab for missing that issue of Ultimate war 2. I have to go down there tomorrow to whinge at them but I just know they're not going to have a spare copy of it so I don't know why I'm bothering.
Oh, and sappy shit on TV keeps making me feel like I'm going to cry at the very slightest provocation, and we all know what that means. Evil hormones are screwing me over and I'm armed and ready to kill.
Or at least ready to blub, whichever happens first.
Oh, and I started this morning with a random guilt-trip. I woke up and could hear my mum talking on the phone in the next room, and just as I came around I heard the words "Yes, well it does cost me, but that's just how it is..." and in the strange merging reality of dream and waking state I could have sworn she was talking about the price of John and I still living at home.
In actuality she wasn't, she was talking about capital gains tax and the 8 grand it'll cost her to sell the other house, but it left an uncomfortable resude of a reminder that I'm 4 weeks off 20 and am still living in the same box room I've been living in since I was 6.
And now, if you don't mind I'm going to wander off over there to sit in the dark and watch tragically bad rom-coms till 3am, and silently wish my stupid brother hadn't eaten all of the popcorn. And wonder when Guylian chocolates became so crap when they used to be so nice...
*looks disdainfully at crap truffley thing... then eats it anyway
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Date: 2003-01-03 04:27 pm (UTC)I'm 4 weeks off 20 and am still living in the same box room I've been living in since I was 6.
This will cheer you up.
I'm 27, and I'm still in the same room I've had since I was 18 months old. It's not a box room, but has the slope above the stairs in it.
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Date: 2003-01-03 04:32 pm (UTC)Thanks for the link though, I'll take a looksee if they can get me that missing issue if I draw a blank in Leicester tomorrow.