THERE'S NOTHING ON TV AND I FUCKING HATE THE FRASIER THEME SONG. SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT YOUR TOSSED SALADS AND SCRAMBLED EGGS. THOSE FOOD ITEMS DON'T EVEN BELONG TOGETHER. ONE IS A BREAKFAST ITEM AND ONE IS A LUNCH ITEM. UNLESS OF COURSE YOU'RE EATING BRUNCH, IN WHICH CASE IT IS PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE TO HAVE SCRAMBLED EGGS.

Yeah okay. It was about -20 degrees out today, and I wasn't wearing my mittens because they were in the wash so I thought my hands were going to get frostbitten. My knuckles got all dry and cracked and gross and they kinda bled a little, no joke. Ew.

I've been extremely busy this week, because I'm finally back at my gram's for the rest of my vacation and she has the WHOLE WEEK OFF. Which means that every single friggin' day is another project omg. Buuut I did get my cute corner shelves from my old room upstairs to my room downstairs, and I've actually cleaned the shit out of my room. I totally lay down the fucking law, and the mess which is was my room obeyed me.

Aaaaand I've been to Food Shitty about a thousand times today to get junk for my gram so she could bake cookies shaped like Christmas trees and snowmen haha And my last trip was insane-o because even though the line I was in only had two people in front of me, both of them took seriously, a full five minutes (which if you're pissed off and waiting in line is a really long time). And BOTH OF THEM had insufficient funds in their accounts and so it took a million years for them to decide whether or not they wanted to dig through their purses to find money, or if they wanted to put their stuff back, or if they wanted to put some of their items back and if so which ones and I was like, "OMFG JUST GET OF MY WAY I HAVE SHIT TO DO." Only I didn't really say that. But I was thinking it extremely loud in my head.

God, I'm sorry this update is just one big bitchfest haha