F*ck…It’s Over

The entire weekend flew by. 😫 My entire Saturday was spent cleaning every inch of occupied square footage of my house and waiting for my first born to return home from Georgia. Her brother had driven me fucking nuts missed her so much!

My mom called several times complaining of her boredom, to ask questions about her internet/phone and to poke fun at her grandson. She can be a handful some days. I enjoy her when she’s in this mood because mental illness is such a bitch disease.

I made sure to get all of my daughter’s birthday gifts, framed and on the wall. She’s hell bent on this African themed bedroom. That she will change 6 times over the next 6 months. But oh well this is what us parents do. Right? 🤷🏾‍♀️

Today, I started several projects, finished none and then realized one of them was for my Grandmother’s birthday tomorrow. 🤦🏾‍♀️ I never buy her anything, it’s always homemade, with much thought (sometimes too much) and a little hardwork. I mean after all this woman (and my grandfather RIP) raised me. Had it not been for them…I probably would have ended up a thot in these streets a little differently.

So before I went to bed, I had to play tag in the dark with Simba (stepping in dog shit…all my fault); to wear his ass out so he could come in the house and go to bed, “customize” my aunt’s tablet and Firestick, and find something to wear back to Hell tomorrow. I feel like I should call it Slavery, because those people are under the impression that “we” are still not free. Ugh. I hope I receive a positive affirmation tomorrow morning that won’t leave me feeling so militant angry pissed unsure of why I decided read it at all. The purpose is to make you think positively about the day, right? I guess I do that all fucking wrong. It’s so hard to think positive when you feel so oppressed. 😤

Can someone remind me why I got my Master’s again? New job…where are you?

Author: ~California Dreamer~

Just an average silly, nerdy chick. That's weird in probably a million different ways, sharing my sometimes fucked up life with you. Showing others that they should enjoy life, because there's always someone in a worse situation.

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