dthc

staying mad at the sick.
I'm baking Bret cookies...

I comprehend that you're sick, but seriously why am I doing shit for you? I get that you can't do much on your own right now, but you seriously just ruined all of the soup I made for you. You sure as hell could walk to the kitchen, not wash a bowl, heat up the soup, take like 4 bites, and leave it open with a spoon in it on the stove. Cool. So now no one can eat it because you're sick and you ate straight out of the container. That'd be a dumb risk to take. It's not like I'm sick too or anything ...

Bret's really sick right now. I made him soup yesterday from scratch. He said he liked it, but who knows right? Anyway, he won't stick to a sleep schedule and that's becoming super annoying. For one, he rolled me out of my side of the bed at 4 am this morning and proceeded to sleep on my kindle and booklight. For two, I needed that stuff from under him, so I had to get him up at 7 when I got up. For three, that results in him sleeping all day and so we don't spend any actual time together. ...

My grandmother lives two blocks away from the house I grew up in. Today was Christmas at her house. We were supposed to eat mexican food, watch Julie and Julia, and open presents. I get there. We're having pizza now and I don't see any presents... Curious. I take it all in strike and eat the gross vegetable covered piece of shit pizza that they bought just to feed me. Yum! Artichoke is my mother fucking favorite. I'm so sure you knew that. The thing about this is, they all know that you ...

went to the best show ever last night. My ears are still ringing, but my heart stopped beating too fast in my chest.

The patrons smelled like piss and we were determined to knock them down. Someone kicked me in the ankle, so now that's all sore. At one point, my shoe comes off and I fall. I pull Allie down with me until someone pulls me back up.

When Ryann got on stage, everyone came in their pants and wanted to cuddle. We're all mashed in so tight that we can't ...