hrlyquinn

I am so pissed off at my landlady. I got a message from her today that said she had changed the light on the front porch and would I please keep it on at all times for safety reasons. I thought that was kind of silly since it had not been burnt out, I just don't usually turn it on since there are two lights, one in front of my apartment and one in front of the door to the rest of them, but whatever. So I got home to find that she had turned the light on which means she had been in my apartment. That fucking pisses me off. This is the secod time that I have not gotten warning that she was going to be here! So fucking illegal. I'm going to call her and talk to her about it but I need to calm down first. I really don't appreciate having random people in my home. When I was younger, I wouldn't even let my friends stay in my bedroom alone when I wasn't in there unless I was just running to the bathroom for two seconds or something. It's my space; don't fuck with it, you know? Anyway, this all could have been avoided if she had just called me and said, hey, can you keep the porch light on? I would have said sure and there wouldn't have been a problem. Bitch.

In other news, it's so cold outside! I was frozen at work today. It sucked. My apartment is cold too and it is sleeting out. I was supposed to go to happy hour and play pool with my friend, Cam, but instead I came home right after work because it looked like the roads were getting bad. I think I'll bundle up in really warm PJs and blankets and watch movies with my cats tonight. I haven't been spending enough time with them lately. I'm a bad mommy.

I've almost got all of my Christmas shopping done. Yay! I only have to buy something for one more person. I do have to get my holiday cards out. Every year I buy them really early and then mail them out on Dec. 23 or so. I went to the mall yesterday to Christmas shop and got suckered into buying one of those herbal shoulder things that go in the microwave and then are supposed to be warm and smell good so they relax you. I spent too much money on it so I hope it works! I'm such a dork.

Since this entry is already all over the place, I'm going to throw in part of an email I got today. It made me happy and sad at the same time. I hate and love those emails.

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?"
My favorite answers were:
"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.
So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8

AWWWWW!!!


Edited to add:
Although the heater feels warm to the touch, 6 inches away from it you'd think it wasn't on. My feet are turning blue.