Tuesday, April 3rd

It seems like I've been in a constantly crappy mood lately, and it's been preventing me from being able to write. Everything makes sense to me in my head, but then I either don't know how to express things in words, or I say, "Fuck it," and don't even try. I would just say, "Oh well!" and ride it out, but I've been shitty towards the very few friends that I have, and it's really not their fault. Ugghhh why? Why do I have to be in the wrong? I hate that.

When I came home from work last night, my aunt had fallen asleep while talking on the phone and sitting up on the couch. Nice one! The phone was sitting on the floor like she had dropped it when she fell asleep. Okay, okay: passed out! Really she was passed out. So anyways, I stopped for a second to make sure she was like, breathing, and then proceeded to my room to get ready for a shower. When I was finished with my shower, I was getting dressed in the bathroom when I hear a knock on the bathroom door. I open the door to find my aunt (awake!) standing there with a look of horror on her face. I immediately assumed something bad had happened, until she said, "Oh my God. I was running the kitchen thing [I assume she meant the kitchen faucet.] and I forgot you were using the shower and I think I messed up your stuff!" My stuff? Do you mean...hot water?

"No, no, it's fine. I'm done with my shower, I didn't end it early because of not having hot water...or anything."

"Oh thank God! I was so worried. Oh, you can use the internet if you want. I'm done with the phone."

Cool.

So after I'm done with brushing my hair and getting into my pajamas and whatnot, I sit down at the computer with a beer (oh, beer....sweet, sweet bliss), and my aunt says, "Do you have free minutes on your cell phone?"

Oh God. Here we go. I let her use my cell phone to call The Lapdog, where she proceeds to initiate a conversation with him about his girlfriend's body. When I say body, I mean...like...parts that only he sees. He just started seeing this girl, and my disgusting aunt wants to know the color of her...and if she prefers...nevermind. After spending 2 hours trying to ignore her conversation, she finally hangs up and hands me back my phone. I, in turn, headed to the bathroom and started disinfecting it, because it was all slimey and nasty when she gave it back. I felt sick when I looked at it. I don't know when the last time she showered was...but I can smell her stench when she walks past me.