Ok so. Today I woke up in a freakishly good mood. It felt like I solved something last night, I cleaned my room this morning before work, at work I was pumped and ready to clean.
I donno I got home and played some video games, got mad at an acoustic, and saw my phone bill and the good mood died. I mean I can pay my bill next week.
Also one tendril of my tattoo looks sooo gross. So I bought some polysporin and band-aids( these are for work so I don’t have to wear long sleeves) maybe this will help it heal a bit cleaner. I mean ew. I can tell that spot wont have much ink, theres like a big massive gap there. On the up side. My parents are leaving tomorrow for their vacation time. This means I get to wear short sleeves around the house. Thank fucking god. I don’t like having to wear hoodies all the time when I’m not in my room. I am only planning to keep this up till Shane comes (yes honey I am sorry but they wont freak out as much if someone is here) then I will start wearing t-shirts around them again. Till then I will have to suffer. So Shane seriously the sooner the better haha.
At work we( Marlene and I) had 20 rooms (which turned into 22 because we helped someone else) and this lady came into her room looking pissed as all fucking hell while we were cleaning it. So we asked her if she wanted us to leave and come back later she said no we can keep going so we do and she left again. Then shortly after we finished her room we moved to one like 2 doors down and while I am cleaning the tub and Marlene is cleaning the living area, that lady walks into the bathroom and starts blowing her nose. I’m standing in the shower with this look of ” Why the fuck are you in here and not doing this in your own room?” sort of thing and shes just blowing away REALLY loud like and then leaves the bathroom. And I guess she went into the living area and was all confused as to where her shit was, so Marlene told her it wasn’t her room. After the lady leaves Marlene walks into the bathroom and says ” I think… that lady was on drugs. I would be embarrassed I mean she was REALLY REALLY loud!” It was rather bazaar.
