
For some ungodly reason, the hag is stomping around the apartment, bitching about something or another. I can't even imagine what. It's bad enougth she was cleaning her room last night and all she could do was bitch because things were falling out of the closet at her. Cause she can't properly put things away like a normal person. You should see the living room closet. It's more or less a bunch of plactic bags full of stuffed animals piled on top of some half-empty boxes and a very flimsy, folded up table. And then she shrieks and complains when she can't get to something cause everything's in her way. I can manage the closet perfectly fine. And she took, like, 2 hugh garbage bags out of her room last night, too. Now, there's not much that's her in there in the first place. Most of it is TJ stuff. And, unless she's storing her waste or something, I still can't figure out what she could have been throwing out. Seriously. Unless it's, like, old moldy food that she hides away from us. She's the dumb bitch who puts soy sauce and oil in the fridge. Seriously.
Tobias was tweetling at me. Apparently, Rob's mom likes the idea of having a bird. She wants to hang his cage in the living room, or something. So that's cool. We need to get around to packing (which I didn't get to today). And figuring out how we're gonna work the animals when we move in. Cause everyone but Taylor and Tobias make too much noise for us to sleep at night. Blargh.