Today was a pretty awful day. I mean it wasn't absolutely TERRIBLE but it was pretty bad... No, no. Not bad... ANNOYING. This morning, I brought Azula downstairs because she wouldn't let me sleep all night with her unnecessary whining and clawing my face/eyes/hair out. I just hate it when she does that. She even started barking at my face and that really pissed me the fuck off. I wanted to strangle the fuck out of her but didn't so I took her downstairs so she could leave me alone. I of course put all of the animals except for her in the basement so they won't attack her or whatever. Then a few minutes later my parents wake up and my mom's bitching at me for leaving Azula downstairs. Okay? I just PUT her there and she's arguing at me because of that? I just ignored her and went back to sleep. An hour later, DAN wakes me up. He said that mom told me to decorate the christmas tree and so I go downstairs and waste my time GOING downstairs because they were setting up the branches in the tree. I ask my mom if I should do it now and she says, "Don't you see me fixing the branches on the tree? WE have to decorate it tomorrow." So I just ROLL MY EYES and go back UPSTAIRS TO TRY TO SLEEP. Then ANOTHER HOUR LATER my mom wakes me up, giving me Azula. I just put the bitch down there two HOURS ago?! Is she really sick of her?! Honestly. she says, "I'm mad at her. She bit me. Keep her in your room all day." I just wanted to punch my mom in the face. Seriously. A BITE? OHWOW, POOR LITTLE 5 WEEK-OLD PUPPY BIT YOU. CALL THE GODDAMN AMBULANCE. Fucking bitch...
Ugh... then Rob, or Dan was it? Knocked on my door again. I don't even fucking remember who knocked because I was so fucking tired, I didn't realize what was going on. One of them said that mom was making tacos. That SOMEWHAT brightened up my day since tacos ALWAYS make me happy. I go downstairs and look at the taco being cooked and then I ask my mom to tell me when it's done. I go back to sleep... FINALLY SLEEP and wake up in time before Nate signs on and like what the FUCK? I go downstairs, check the meat and it wasn't even finished being cooked! Not even the fucking SEASONING in there! Then I'm like, "MOM WHAT THE CRAP IS THIS?! YOU DIDN'T EVEN RINSE OUT THE WATER! NOT TO MENTION YOU DIDN'T PUT THE EFFING SEASONING IN THE MEAT." Then she said something dumb like, "Oh I ran out of sofritto so I just stopped cooking it." Okay? Who really NEEDS SOFRITTO IN THEIR TACO MEAT?!
...So I just recooked it and rinsed out the water, adding the godforsaken seasoning in it. I tasted it and it was kind of salty and nasty because of the stupid green bell pepper pieces she put in the FUCKING SOAKED UP MEAT. WTF. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO THAT AFTER THE SEASONING WAS PUT. WHAT KIND OF HALF-ASSED JOB WAS THAT.
Sheesh. If you didn't wanna make tacos, you didn't have to. You could have just done it another day. -_-

Anyway... then my mom is bitching like she does every day that she's tired and her back hurts and that she's not in the mood to deal with BS right now. Okay? You think i'm NOT? I was like, "TRY SLEEPING WITH THIS MIDGET ONE WHOLE NIGHT AND THEN COME BACK TO ME."

I don't see how one could complain when they don't have work that day plus slept the whole damn day and say they're not in the mood for BS.... Just... Just go away. Please. อิ_อิ

And next time, actually put some damn effort into making taco meat. You SUCK.