It's going to be about things I hate around here for a while. Just in that kind of mood.
I fucking hate housework. It's a never-ending abyss of exhaustion and ennui. You do the dishes, you make yourself a sandwich and you've also made yourself some more fucking dishes.
How can I have so much laundry for someone who has almost nothing ever to wear? I mean, hell, if I'm going to have to do so much fucking laundry, I might as well have nice things to wash - but it's all just blah t-shirts and sweaters with some grey or brown fucking pants. Garhg.
Papers. Papers fuck on my floor to make new papers - these baby papers, these little tiny scraps of grocery lists and whatnot are too big to vacuum up but too fucking annoying to pick up by hand, which is what I end up doing anyway since I want the infestation to stop. Paper is more fertile than mice, people.
I think that's enough for now.