Why is it that family occasions bring out the worst in people? Its like I can wake up and be just fine, but then I realize there's a family occasion and before I have a moment to do my self-inventory, even, i'm all of a sudden this horrible, awful bitch.
The thing is...i don't inherently hate family stuff. Today is my grandparents' party for their 60th wedding anniversary. I'm not upset about that-its super cute. (plus-lord-I can't keep anyone around me for 60 days, much less 60 years!) I'm not even upset about being tasked into dipping an entire pallet of fresh strawberries in chocolate...this morning...at 8am.
On the other hand, my mom has this way of completely ruining my day-She just refuses to get off my ass for even 3 minutes. Its 8:00, and she's already insulted my intelligence, my timing, my driving, my ability to dip fucking strawberries is fucking chocolate...
i hope your day is just as bright and cheery as mine will be,
The thing is...i don't inherently hate family stuff. Today is my grandparents' party for their 60th wedding anniversary. I'm not upset about that-its super cute. (plus-lord-I can't keep anyone around me for 60 days, much less 60 years!) I'm not even upset about being tasked into dipping an entire pallet of fresh strawberries in chocolate...this morning...at 8am.
On the other hand, my mom has this way of completely ruining my day-She just refuses to get off my ass for even 3 minutes. Its 8:00, and she's already insulted my intelligence, my timing, my driving, my ability to dip fucking strawberries is fucking chocolate...
i hope your day is just as bright and cheery as mine will be,
since I can only fixate
my tools are in need of repair
:::
well your dipping chocolate strawberries, that gets my nipples hard
really have a better day then it feels