Warning: Expect foul language. I often blog when sleep deprived, and even when I'm not sleep deprived I cuss.
Warning the second: TMI often occurs. Read at your own risk. Feel free to laugh at my expense (I know I do!).
Warning the third: I suppose I should just put a general Trigger Warning here. I talk about mental illness (Anxiety, panic disorder, depression, social shit), abuse (rarely), and my fucked up relationship with food. And...other things. Actually, just consider this a general warning: If you might be triggered by things, you probably should read no further.

Monday, July 30, 2012


So, the past few weeks have not been restful because of physical my-body-won't-let-me-rest reasons. This makes me a cranky, cranky girl. This also means that my room is messier than usual because, frankly, I feel like crap and just don't care. But every time my mom comes in and grumps at me about how messy I am I clean up. And she HAS seen it clean. Not that she'll admit that.
I just had a cranky mom inform me that she's NEVER seen this room clean. Really? It's really hard not to say "Really, bitch?" but, y'know, it's my MOM. So. I'm going to make sure that the camera has batteries and I'm going to take a picture of the room EVERY time I clean it and email it to her. (except for when I clean it and then go to sleep, because, you know, SLEEP. Glorious, glorious SLEEP trumps EVERYthing (even petty vindictiveness in rubbing someone's words in their face).
(oh, and apparently my mom is ALSO just cranky cuz I can hear her bitching my brother out in the other room. I'd say our cycles are synching except it's not time for my period and she doesn't have one anymore. Yay synched crankiness?)


  1. Clever idea to take a photo of your clean room. Hope you catch some zzzs!

    1. Yeah, if I actually remember ;).
      I hope so too. I will eventually. I think I need to figure out what time zone my body is sleeping in and move there, because even when my body *isn't* interfering with my sleep I have an odd sleep schedule.