I give up homies. I seriously GIVE UP on the Domestic Bitch Fridays. I wanked off this summer and I just can't get into the groove anymore. Plus cooking is depressing when groceries cost so much so (honest moment here) we're eating ghetto. Which means we had hot ham & cheese today. Yah. I ate half of it when I realized I hate ham and now I'm starving and the only thing I have to basically eat that requires no cooking are pretzels and twizzlers. Thankfully- they are both considered a non fat food so bonus.
All of my original weekend plans are out the window due to Matt working more hours than planned and my house being tore up. Normally my Facebook status (are you not my friend? Then you need to fix that you loser. Find me HERE) is all about my cleaning and being Super Girl (which obviously I am) but not so much lately. And that's proven by my overflowing laundry and the disgusting state of my dining room floor. I think Matt is thinking I'm losing it because he's noticed it's not what it normally is and I'm not sure he knows what really to do.
But guess what??? Olivia pooped IN the toilet today. PRAISE FUCKING JESUS. I don't even care that it was a log so big it was hanging out of the toilet because that means I didn't have to clean pooped in pants and such. Oh happy day.
Oh- here's something. So do you remember when I talked about my fear of being outside in the dark? Yeah. Well tonight I decided to go for my walk after dinner so it was about 6:30. I have been in the habit of making my loop twice so it's like two miles because one mile just doesn't do anything for me. I need to go two to feel like I exercised. Anyways. So I'm walking and it dawns on me that as I start my second loop...it's getting really dark. And I don't want to be a pussy at age 28 but still...I can't help it. I decide I'm going to keep going and then by the time I turn the corner- I'll walk to Tower Avenue which is a main road in town and there are lots of lights and it's fairly busy. I should be ok. So I'm walking down Oakes and I'm realizing that our street has very few streetlights and there are a lot of places where scary murderers could be hiding. So I turn the corner and I, out of nowhere, have this bizarre feeling that I'm being followed. The hairs on my neck go up and I just fucking bolted. I ran two blocks to Tower and got on the sidewalk and sure as shit- there was a guy looking at me but turning down a different street. Now, there's no way I heard him because my iPod was so fucking loud which I realize was dumb. But I just got a not so great feeling. Second of all, I need to be carrying my cell phone. Which requires I get some kind of jacket with decent pockets that things won't fall out of it.
But every time I go outside at night it's like I can see all these scenarios running through my head of me being kidnapped, killed, raped, followed, etc. And then I try to think of what I would do if these things happened. And it's not like I can convince myself these things won't happen because when I was walking tonight I actually felt like maybe I was being targeted. It freaks me the hell out. God help me if vampires and such really ARE real because I'm basically screwed.
And if the vampire happens to be Robert Pattinson I hope I do get screwed. ;)