To the people have been pestering me today...Yes, you know who you are...

I HAVE HAD ENOUGH! LEAVE ME ALONE!!

Don't hit on me!!

Don't hit on me. Even worse, don't hit on me when I'm in a bad mood and not feeling well. Don't say, "You look nice today." Oh...and when you're helping me put grocery bags in the car (when I didn't even ask for your help in the first place) don't tell me that you "-love- helping me out." Say something like that again and I'm going to "-love- planting my foot squarely up your ass." Your advances are not welcome. Oh...and don't act all surprised when I look creeped out by your advances. Seriously, do that again and you're not going to like what I'm going to say to you.

Some men are fucking idiots.

Vacuuming blues

Today I managed to vacuum the upstairs and the downstairs. The cleaning ladies haven't been by since they're on vacation and the cat hair has been piling up. During my adventures in domestic chores, I managed to get part of thin black power cord sucked up into the vacuum. It wrapped around the bar before it broke off completely. I'm lucky I didn't shock myself or something. The plastic piece that's around the bottom of the vacuum is also coming off. I don't know how I did that. Between lugging that heavy vacuum around, bending over to sweep the floor, going to the grocery store, and doing other odds and ends, I'm sore and I want people to leave me the fuck alone.