Wednesday, September 13, 2006
It's official. I'm going to go off my rocker. I'm going to quack. Within the next eight months I will move forever more to the State Hospital. And the best part of that? They'll have to put me in solitude because I'll be so crazy and I won't have to deal with The Roommates.
Either Ice Queen or K decided to put half of everything that was mine in the kitchen on my bedroom floor. Along with their garbage. I do not know why. All I know is I came home and all was well (first time ever!), hope was growing, then I left for half an hour and came back to... THAT.
Please, just shoot me. Give me freedom from the Females. I hate living with them and am eternally grateful I'm not expected to marry one. I'd rather die.
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