Stuff and AWAKE!

First off, Happy Birthday spiralpegasus! :D

Secondly, I'm awake! Wheeeeeee! Couldn't sleep any more, so I got up and took a bath. Interview inn three hours, hope I get the job. There's really no reason I shouldn't, really.

Stuff and SPAZZZZZZZ!

A Spazz before I run out for my interview. I still haven't thought of anything witty to put on his shirt. And his hair's wrong, but oh well. Spazz is a strange creature to begin with.

Stuff and QUOTE OF THE EVENING (THUS FAR):

[Ksilebo] ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY CATBUS INTO MORDOR.

Stuff and GLEE!

Ally|MOVIE> I love opossums.
Ally|MOVIE> There's one that hides on the porch of a guy I know.
Ally|MOVIE> I want it to be my friend. D:
Oreos> it's like happy fun cute rainbow MOUTH FULL OF DEATH heart sparkle
Ally|MOVIE> YES.

Stuff and THIS ENTRY WAS WRITTEN OUT OF ANGER.

Okay, so. We get a note in the door today that says people are coming to paint the hallways and shit. Lovely, fine.

Except for the fact that they 'may ask tenants to open doors' for whatever reason.

Fuck. That. Shit.

That means I just had to spend the last hour or so cleaning the living room and dining room so it doesn't look like a pigsty. Just so someone can ask me to LEAVE MY DOOR OPEN IN THE GHETTO.

Yeah, fabulous idea.

I'm also SO FUCKING SICK of all the stuff we have. Not so much the 'stuff', but the lack of places to PUT the 'stuff'. It angers and aggravates and frustrates me to no end. There's just boxes around and fur in the living room and shit.

NO FUCKING ORGANIZATION.

Our bookshelf is overflowing with books and DVDs and trinkets. The dining room doubles as storage space for boxes of 'junk'. The bedroom is always a mess of clothes and craft stuff. The extra room is full of the critters and TJ's mom's stuff.

I just wish I had some sort of control over the chaos. It makes me so angry. I want shelving and places to put totes and closet space.

ARGH.