to report except that:
- frustration mounts;
- i moved around zoë’s bedroom and goddammit, i need to get rid of the stupid ass futon frame cuz it is just an emcumbrence;
- today we went for a walk and a dog was scared of her, so she chased it under a table, where it cowered, shivering;
- i am riding the red tide and everything makes me angry;
- except zoë hugs cuz her hugs are curing cramps and back ache and head ache and hatred of my living space and all of the crap that we own;
- i want to get rid of everything that we don’t need (still, again) and think that i will spend the next couple of weeks doing so;
- am considering purchase of a futon or sofabed and getting rid of my big queen sized comfort zone because at least with the former, i could put it away and have a normal space for people to sit on, like, you know, you do;
- treatment for angry-period-frustrated-rage-a-thon? washing all of my dishes and then all of my cupboards and my kitchen floor and if i have time, i will move the fridge and oven from the walls and clean behind those, as well.
because cleanliness=order=control=not hating everything.
right?
quick, is that a picture of me with some friends, before z, when i was well-rested-looking and youthful? nope. that’s my oldest little sister who i hadn’t talked to for a couple months. she posted this pic online and when i saw it, made me trip out cuz her hair is the exact colour i want.
at least i know it will look damn good on me, eh?
