happy fuckin' mother's day (though to be fair this is more dad than mom this time)

How, O my parents, is it possible that I am simultaneously The Lazy One and Not A Disappointment?

Also, the person who was lazy this time was absolutely not me. Y'all just blaming it on me because I am The Lazy One.

(I want out of this house.)

(Things that do not help me in the quest to get out of this house: blowing a bunch of money last night on books and music and one stray art-supplies. These are forbidden categories of spending at present for a reason.)

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inside downstairs: noisy
inside main floor: noisy
inside upstairs: nowhere good to sit
outside: wet

hands: hurty

executive functioning: shit

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