Stuff and KLSDGHLKFHGLSFHBN. >_

And that would be why I never tell people when I want to be left alone. They get pissy and storm off. Even though they've told me to tell them when I want to be left alone. And when I mention I'm cranky when they ask what's wrong? They reply with 'fine, I'll leave you alone' and trudge off to the bedroom.

I'm not telling you to get the fuck away from me because I can't stand your existence. I'm not telling you to shut the fuck up. I'm just telling you I'm cranky and I don't feel like getting up every five minutes to get something or do something. I don't feel like having the rats in my chair, either. I just want to sit her and occupy myself for a little bit.

Geeze.

Stuff and FUCKIN' PIZZA.

OMG.

So, we were going to order pizza but then we remember that, like, NOWHERE delivers where we are.

NO ONE.

Domino's in both Warren and Champion don't. Papa John's doesn't, and Pizza Hut doesn't. Even the fucking Pizza Hut that is a FIVE FUCKING MINUTE DRIVE. All because we live in the fucking ghetto. The only place that does is Cesear's and....well...no.

Ugh. I don't want to bike ALL the way across town in the 90 degree weather and then carry back a hot pizza in my bookbag.

Grr.