by IslaKariese on Thu Apr 30, 2015 8:18 pm
[WARNING: Rant and Slightly Gross Imagery Ahead]
*grumbles* I'm sick. From what, I'm not entirely sure, but it involves mucus and vomit. I'm currently lazing away my misery in an area of the house directly across from the kitchen. The bathroom is close, but around the corner, and the kitchen sink is closer. You'd think that the first instinct upon feeling the urge to puke would be to do so in the closest sink. You'd be right.
You'd also be reamed out along with me by my mother, because puking in the sink all over the dishes (that she left there) is gross and unsanitary (nevermind they were dirty dishes anyway) and that I should try my best to reach the bathroom sink that's twice as far. I did so later on, only to nearly puke all over myself because honestly? Purposefully holding mucus and vomit in your mouth for any amount of time is disturbing, uncomfortable, and only liable to make me puke harder. Which I did.
But hey, at least it was in the bathroom sink. Fuck me.
*sigh* I'm not really all that mad. I know she means well, plus she's sick herself. But I don't get it - she acts like I left vomit and mucus all over the fucking kitchen and had no intentions of cleaning up after myself. She acts like picking up dishes that she left in the sink herself is just so fucking inconvenient, and it was as if she said, "Ugh, you spit up all over these things! Now I'm gonna have to wash them!"
"...But, you were gonna wash them any--"
"THAT'S NOT THE POINT."
(That's basically how it went, just more childishly put on my mom's side. I'm biased, okay?)
But yes. Rant over, I'm done now.
The voices in my head tell me that we saved the world. However, they also told me that George Clooney's face is on the dollar bill, so... meh. The voices are more fun, anyway.