Is there a draft in here?

My neck is cold.
Oh, maybe becuase I just chpped another inch and a half off my hair?
*touches back of fuzzy neck*
The naked part reaches about the bottom of my ears.
I finally have the more drastic angle i wanted, but I just don't think this lady is getting it quite right. Like it's even all the way across in the back, then comes sharply forwad. I'm not sure what's wrong, but I think it's even too far over, like it should have begun sloping before it does. Oh and she never parts my hair exactly in the center, when I got home and reparted it, it looked much better.
I finally have quarters, YAY laundry! Plus I almost lost againthis morning at underwear roulette, so it's definately time.
My new program for my MP3's has suddenly decided not to work, it won't see the libary, it's telling me the library is corrupt, but wont' delete and reload. I've already un and re installed, and I really don't feel like fucking with it now. I need to go make myself a sandwich or some noodles, possibly both, and get to work.

*sigh*

Damn damn DAMN.
She does this to me every Saturday, it's like she does it on purpose.
The Unit comes in just as I was finishing up a comment, and my last post. All I wanted was a sandwich.
YOu have to understand, I don't get or read this f-ing paper, and I don't think I've ever seen HER reading it either. She gets the local paper delivered, and someone steals it if it stays in the lobby past 4:30-5 PM. So the first fucking thing she says is "Did you get my paper?" Why would I when every SINGLE time I do, she gets one and then bitches at me for picking it up. I tell her EVERY time she asks "I don't get your paper, I never get your paper, stop asking me." Well today is the large Saturday edition, and it isn't there. Now, remember, I ran out of the house, to get to my hair appointment, I wasn't thinking of a paper that isn't even mine. So she's bitching constantly, and my nephew is running around here all upset, because my sister slipped on some ice, and she's told him she broke her tailbone. NO, she's not a doctor, or a nurse, nor has she seen either, but she KNOWS she's broken her tailbone. *sigh* So he's screaming, the unit is ranting, and I"m just trying to make a sandwich. Oh, and since I didn't get up to get the paper, it's my fault too. She calls the paper, proclaiming she's canceling, and turns all nice as pie to the woman on the phone, of course doesn't cancel, and gets them to credit her for today. Then she calls the woman names after she hangs up. To top it off, she finds the paper at the FRONT door, and now has a conspiracy theory going about two carriers, and how someone SOMETIMES gets it at the front door and sometimes at the side door.

*sigh*
SO then she says "I'm going to rearrange the living room, I want to set up the daybed, and I'm going to set up the tree." She never puts up the tree. At this point she's drained all the energy out of me, and I fall asleep. Remember how much work I needed to do today? Nothing. nada. I get to work all night now instead. I wake up about 3, and she's still at it. THEN she jams her finger, it happens, it happens to me every time I take apart or put my bed back together. I heard it, and she starts kicking things around. Then it's everyone's fault, from my nephew who is trying to help, to me, because I have a whole bunch of boxes of books in the living room, which at 1 were "fine" and at 3 were "I TOLD YOU to get these things OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Gee, when do I look like I have the time? Between work, and work and WORK.

The topper - all these things could have been done while I was gone for a week. I think she resents my vacation. I take Saturdays to try and so things, and I almost LIKE tax season when I have to work, and I leave the house long before she gets here.

I need my own apartment. Even just a one bedroom. I need to get to a point of that, I need to be VERY CAREFUL with money during the season, I need to get rid of as much debt as I can and be in a position to get a small apartment.

And if you wonder why I get so set in my ways, it's because I'm trying VERY HARD not to become my mother. if I ever hear myself getting like her I will slit my wrists. I won't have kids because I'll be JUST like her, not without someone to keep me sane, and kick my ass when I need it.

I'm still hungry, the stupid sandwich did nothing for it. I'm going to run into S&S for soda, and soup, and some cookies and ice cream. Then I'm getting a burger, then I am going to work.