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Yargh.

I've got a headache.

I'm going home to KC for a few hours to get stuff out of my parents' basement (apparently, their landlord has made an edict about getting the stuff out of the basement), and I still have to clean the house because Anti's parents are coming up Sunday for inspection. I'm not looking forward to any of it. My mother, earlier this year, sent me a Dr Laura book on the stupid things women do to ruin their lives, and on that list is cohabitation (I'm looking for my own place, TYVM), dating the "wrong" individual (I think she's made because she didn't choose Anti for me), and a few other things that I've done in my life that she knows about.

I wish she could see how much this hurts me, and I've already confronted her about this, but it still makes me sad and upset. Tonight, I'm burning the book, because I honestly think that Dr Laura has no idea with dealing with Gen X/Millennials/Emergents, and it shows. Just the perfect time to slip into a modus depressivi. (How's that for fake Latin?)

Anti and I have been fighting, lately, and frankly, I find it rather upsetting and sad. I'm not sure how else to put it. I realise it's a part of any relationship, however, I've alread started to become rather frustrated with him over the events of the past week.

Work sucks, sometimes. Monday, for Halloween, we get paid to dressed up. I'm so wearing my chain mail. Yay. I get my paychecque next Thursday, which will really help.

I'm going to go clean.

And find a way to get rid of this burgeoning migraine.

(no subject)

Yargh.

I've got a headache.

I'm going home to KC for a few hours to get stuff out of my parents' basement (apparently, their landlord has made an edict about getting the stuff out of the basement), and I still have to clean the house because Anti's parents are coming up Sunday for inspection. I'm not looking forward to any of it. My mother, earlier this year, sent me a Dr Laura book on the stupid things women do to ruin their lives, and on that list is cohabitation (I'm looking for my own place, TYVM), dating the "wrong" individual (I think she's made because she didn't choose Anti for me), and a few other things that I've done in my life that she knows about.

I wish she could see how much this hurts me, and I've already confronted her about this, but it still makes me sad and upset. Tonight, I'm burning the book, because I honestly think that Dr Laura has no idea with dealing with Gen X/Millennials/Emergents, and it shows. Just the perfect time to slip into a modus depressivi. (How's that for fake Latin?)

Anti and I have been fighting, lately, and frankly, I find it rather upsetting and sad. I'm not sure how else to put it. I realise it's a part of any relationship, however, I've alread started to become rather frustrated with him over the events of the past week.

Work sucks, sometimes. Monday, for Halloween, we get paid to dressed up. I'm so wearing my chain mail. Yay. I get my paychecque next Thursday, which will really help.

I'm going to go clean.

And find a way to get rid of this burgeoning migraine.