I should be working…buuuut,

I dropped the ball.

I swear…I wish the could make a pill that you could take and it makes you want to clean the living hell out of everything you see…and then wears off around 5pm.
HOURS of cleaning would make me feel better, I know it would. The motivation to even eat is lost. *grabbing a rye chip*

Would it be so very wrong to write a note with big block letters and put it on my bedroom door; “ENTER THIS ROOM AND I BEAT YOU WITH A STICK?”
or “NO. DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT KNOCKING OR OPENING THIS DOOR!” better yet, “GO ASK ONE OF THE OTHER 2 PARENTS THAT LIVE IN THIS HOUSE THAT IS NOT IN THIS ROOM”

The phone needs to stop ringing. The bill collectors that keep knocking on the door need to just stop, because I am drained of all cash. ALL CASH IS GONE, quit calling. I don’t want to tell a stranger WHY I couldn’t pay the garbage bill this month.
Car people, I know you have given up on me calling you back…sorry. Please don’t come take my rockin’ hot mini van.
DMV…enough with the registration notices. I get it. You want me to register the car!
Internet providers; Please..really…just 2 more days. I beg of you.
Pacific Gas and Electric; I JUST PAID YOU! You must understand that I can only pay you ever OTHER month. Stop shutting off my damn power. I need it to blog and wash the mountain of clothes.
Cingular; F-OFF. Really…can you stop with the raping of me? It hurts. Family plan my ass. It should be the ‘bend over and get screwed without lube plan’.

Mortgage Company…You are the ringleader of all this madness!! YOU ARE CAUSING PANIC ATTACKS IN MY SLEEP!

Gas prices, go down. *puppy dog eyes* pwease go down.

The boobs are so stressed out they have decided to crawl into my armpits and just hide from the world. I can’t blame them.

So, back to this pill. Can it taste like watermelon and make children find other houses to play at for the day?