#at least there’s like 500 different dryers in here but …. i feel so Bad

[eebie]

I MUSTVE LEFT A BBQ SAUCE PACKET IN ONE OF MY CLOTHES. I KNOW THIS BECAUSE IT FUCKING EXPLODED IN THE DRYER. GOD DAMN IT.

[watchtheblog]

petty cache

thank you for coming to read my diary which masquerades as a blog but is actually just a vessel for disseminating my birthday wishlists. it’s like an event you show up to where the host tries to sell you a timeshare 25 minutes after some requisite, mindless song and dance.

welcome! if you’d like purchase a timeshare, scroll to the bottom. for the song and dance, look no further:

the other day i zoned out on zoom therapy and when my therapist asked where i “went” i had to lie because i had gone to the part of my brain that holds all the things i need to think about forever for no reason (i call it the petty cache — this is an umbrella term for the space that also houses my attitude cabinet) and dusted off a memory of a comment i saw on a stranger’s facebook three weeks ago that said “message me. i lost my password and i have good news to share”.

i don’t know either person, and that’s what i was thinking about. i spend $[redacted] a month on therapy and instead of focusing on one of my numerous unsolved mysteries, i was thinking about the nuances of this comment - like why they wouldn’t just share the news or message the person directly? or what losing their password had to do with anything? or why they would comment on facebook instead of texting or calling the person. did they not have their number? imagine not knowing someone well enough to have their phone number, but still wanting to share your good news with them!

all i want (for my birthday) is to know what the news is that this stranger has to share, and i’ll never know so i have to put that comment in my minutiae repository with all the other things that will plague me until i die from texting and driving, smoke inhalation as a result of purposely leaving a candle lit in my home overnight almost every night, consuming half a dozen hot dogs a week, or a now unnamed disease that will posthumously be attributed to my chronic inability to mind my own business.

i’m constantly concerning myself with things that are none of my concern - no matter how insignificant - because my brain is a commune of sentient pepperoni running instagram polls among themselves to discern if something is worth spending an inordinate amount of time thinking about. and guess what? it turns out absolutely everything that has ever offended, confused, bothered, intrigued, slightly inconvenienced, or merely happened to me is worth spending an inordinate amount of time thinking about.

because i devote so much energy to nonsense, i can often be found persecuting strangers for insulting me on the internet (and for other miscellaneous bad behavior). the information superhighway is my home so i have to protect myself (and my friends) here, and if that means spending 45 minutes to 48 hours trying to find every misstep you’ve made in your life until i have enough ammunition to spray a dozen simulated retaliatory bullets at your virtual head because you called me a “stupid bitch” on instagram, well… so be it!

i am relentless in my pursuit of wasting time, so if that doesn’t work, i will find the cold stone creamery you frequent, seek employment there, be hired on the spot, learn the craft, be promoted to manager, poison you on your birthday, gain access to your funeral, and tarnish your reputation by reading your shitty DM in front of the few family and friends whom i haven’t already made aware of the abhorrent way you conducted yourself online!

there are so many different ways strangers will try to hurt your feelings — an interesting genre of which come from men who (like me) have definitely never had sex before, and mistakenly think i care about the ways in which my body does not make them horny.

“no tits” one will say. and i’m like, how do you want me to respond to that? my boobs are indeed small, yes. did you come here to shoot facts back and forth all day? ok: you’re going to start balding way sooner than you’re prepared for, i bet your childhood dog is dead, your time on the internet should be supervised, your closet is full of vests, and you wait on line at nightclubs… good day?!

while i will obviously engage with anyone if they want to fight, i prefer when the unsolicited criticism is personalized, and not just thoughtless, lazily devised tripe.

a year and a half ago, a man who looked like he exhales smog DMed me to let me know - among other things in a paragraph long rant - he’d “lost brain cells” watching my story. knowing he had likely never had an adequate amount to begin with, it seemed like an emergency, so i started a group DM with his wife. because his message had come just three days after a “fuckkk [heart eye emoji]” response to a photo of my ass, i included a screenshot as evidence of his devolving mental state.

being - presumably - gainfully employed, neither of them responded.

luckily, the consolation prize for insulting me is that you gain residency in my brain and stay in my thoughts and prayers for all eternity, so i checked in on them a few days ago. they’d unfollowed and wiped their feeds clean of each other!!

because i’ve never “moved on” in my entire life, i fired up our long dormant group chat, and sent my condolences: “aw. sorry your trip to positano - where you were going to attempt to repair your ramshackle marriage - got cancelled because of covid and so you just got divorced instead :(” i wrote before being blocked by both of them. 

then i headed right over to my therapist’s facebook and commented “message me. i lost my password and i have good news to share”

i spent an entire therapy session detailing this monomania before my therapist thoughtfully suggested i “pick [my] battles”.

to which i thoughtfully responded: yeah, babe. i pick every single one.

                                                        ***

timeshare time! it’s the same list as this post, with a few additions (at top) (and edits based on availability).

places to donate food education fund pretty brown girl the okra project

some furniture stuff a side table  a pointless, laughably tiny little thing this website is calling a “drink table” a lamp one of these benches i do not want this but it’s important to me that at least 2 other people know it exists

this plant that obviously does not need to cost $165 but idk how to shop economically

air pods

gifts from the previous post - all still v much in play!

a pair of shoes (size 8 or 38) one pair, another pair, yet another, these are on sale, these are not, and a final pair

a specific clutch with three color choices they allege this color is called sand but it looks white to me, pink, green for those who do not know what malachite means (it couldn’t be me. i learned it 3 hours ago when i began compiling this cursed list)

something everyone with money to waste needs this

dresses i’ll never be able to wear until there’s a vaccine because unlike someone tacky who knows me, i won’t be having a birthday party in the middle of a global pandemic (hi, you fool) white polka dot, not white polka dot, also not polka dot, a red dress, a skirt (aka half a dress), a black dress

this sweatsuit xs in this, small in this

is sephora cancelled? i want this hair dryer which i’m sure you can buy elsewhere if sephora is cancelled, which it v well may be

this item which you may think is cheap but actually it’s not soooo a hairpin

earrings one pair, another pair, and another

this dress which i’ll never wear anywhere even when there is a vaccine because… what?! but maybe. you never know. size 34. lol when i get this far into the list i’m always blown away by how insane it is that i do this every year to no audience. so i’m just laughing alone at that. :) i am v funny to myself. another dress i’ll never wear ;)

the nicest weighted blanket you know of i’m depressed!!!!! if you can’t tell!!!!!!!

every year i have asked for a weekend bag and every year i have not received one, so alas, we try again this is not a weekend bag actually but it will do. this is!

a peloton but just venmo me the cash (@merce212) because i have a hookup

an assortment of ridiculous things a $500 body scarf a $580 beach towel with an octopus on it for no reason besides “art” i cannot tell analog time but it’s never too late to start!! how mad would you be if someone bought you a roulette table for your wrist? be honest. (THIS WATCH IS FOUR YEARS RENT!!!!!!) they won’t say how much this costs :( i’m losing my mind and must be gifted a chanel watch or else i will perish. to put my salami on when i am eating salami in my bed “24k gold crocodile [?!!) teddy bear”. the website says there’s only one left, which begs the question “why did someone buy one of these rather than buying me a chanel watch?!!” *real ‘billionaires shouldn’t exist [unless they’re buying me a watch]’ energy* to put my new watch in this is ugly but it’s on sale :) idk wtf “secret box pendant” means but i wish this necklace was also a USB with every season and spinoff of 90 day fiancé on it hi yes i’m stupid but i draw the line at $1500 connect four…

[xfangheartx]

Red Strings- Chapter 6

I can’t just leave this hanging, now can I?

Tagging: @cstorm86 @inuyashaeienni @keichanz @sangoslays @dreaming-of-the-midnight-sun

Izayoi hummed as she stood in the bathroom behind her son, combing through his long, silvery tresses with the blow dryer while he sat down in front of her with nothing but a towel around his waist. "Thanks for helping me with my hair, Mom," Inuyasha said. "It's times like this I wish I didn't have such long hair." "Oh, don't be ridiculous," Izayoi said. "I love your hair." She then hugged the half-demon from behind, causing him to tense a little. "Oh, I'm so excited that you're going on your first date, again!" "Mom, will you cut it out?" asked Inuyasha. "I just met Kagome. I'm not dating her." "Whatever you say, honey," Izayoi said as she started to brush Inuyasha's hair down. "Haa...I remember when your father and I started dating. What a summer that was." "Oh, god," Inuyasha bemoaned. "But I'll talk about that later," said Izayoi as she reached into the drawer under the sink. "Now, where are those...oh, here we go!" She pulled out two small red scrunchies, which she tied up Inuyasha's hair with into a ponytail. Then, after she brushed it, she braided it before she tied up the end with a scrunchie, too. "There you go," she said. "Thanks, Mom," said Inuyasha as he stood up. "Now I gotta go get dressed." He walked out, only to stop and turn to face his mother and give her a quick peck on the cheek, causing her to smile.

XXX

"Dammit," Inuyasha cursed as he searched through his empty closet, wearing a pair of black jeans. "I'm all out of clean shirts." He then looked to a pile of dirty laundry...then sighed in indignation. "Man, I hate doing this." He then picked up a gray shirt with the word "WAN" on it before he took a whiff, only to gag and toss it back in the pile, then he picked up a simple dark red shirt and sniffed that one, then he nodded his head before he pulled it on, then walked up to the mirror to look himself over. Behind him, Taro lied on the bed, wagging his tail as he watched his master. "What do you think, Taro?" asked Inuyasha, causing the Akita to bark in response, which in turn prompted the half-demon to chuckle as he gently scratched the dog's neck. However, as Inuyasha looked up at the clock, he gasped. "Oh, shit, it's almost 1 o'clock!" he cried as he ran out, grabbing his coat from the rack as he did. "Bye, Taro!" Taro barked as he stood up from the bed while Inuyasha put on his shoes and headed out the front door. "Bye, Mom! Bye, Shippo!" he called. "Have a nice time!" called Izayoi before she sighed. "Oh, Shippo...isn't it great that Inuyasha's found somebody again?" "It's better than seeing him mope around, all day," Shippo acknowledged. "I think I like this Inuyasha better than the old one." "Me, too," Izayoi agreed. "Now, what do you say we have some ice cream?" "Yeah!" Shippo exclaimed in delight. XXX

Kagome sat on the park bench, dressed up in her usual coat, but also wearing a dark purple shirt, a pair of white pants underneath, and a pair of brown loafers. Many people walked by, but she was searching for one in particular. As she sat on the bench, she felt something seeming to tug at her finger, causing her to look down and see that red string, once again. She blinked at it before she followed its length...and sure enough, there he was: Inuyasha, walking toward her with his hands shoved down his coat pockets. Kagome smiled as she stood up as he drew nearer. "Hey, Inuyasha!" she greeted. "Hey," Inuyasha greeted back. "Sorry I'm late. Hope you weren't waiting too long." "Oh, it's okay," Kagome said. "I see you braided your hair." "My Mom helped," Inuyasha said. "I'd do it myself, but it's just so damn long, y'know? Sometimes I think I should cut it off." "Aww, but I like it," Kagome pouted. "It's pretty!" "Thanks," Inuyasha smiled. "So...where do you wanna go?" "Uh...honestly, I don't know," Kagome replied with a sheepish chuckle. "I was hoping you'd know." "Well...I guess we'll see where the day takes us," Inuyasha replied as he began to walk. "Come on, let's go." Kagome nodded before she and Inuyasha began to walk through the park. "So are you okay after yesterday?" Inuyasha asked. "Yeah, I'm okay, now," Kagome replied. "My boss let me take the day off, today, too." "You sure it's okay for you to be off work for a while?" asked Inuyasha. "I go back tomorrow," answered Kagome. "So...how are you? Is your shoulder okay?" "Yeah, the wound's pretty much gone now," said Inuyasha. "Koga sure can bite..." "...Koga," Kagome whispered. "You two sure seem to have it out for each other." "Keh!" Inuyasha scoffed. "I can take that scrawny wolf anytime." He then paused. "Umm...hey. You and Koga aren't a...a thing, are you?" "What?" Kagome asked before she gasped in realization. "Oh! Oh, no! No, no, no!" "Yeah, I thought so," Inuyasha replied. "I only ask because he sure got pissed seeing me with you...called you 'his girl'." "Ugh..." Kagome groaned. "Seriously, this again?" "Does he do this often?" asked Inuyasha. "More than I'd like," Kagome replied. "He's kinda got a crush on me, you see." "Hmph!" Inuyasha snorted. "Obsession is more like it..." "He's really very nice, half the time!" Kagome pointed out. "It's just...I only wish he wouldn't be so...umm...well...straightforward and forceful." "You gotta learn to put your foot down," Inuyasha said. "Just tell that wolf to take a hike." "Oh...I don't know," Kagome replied. "Oh, come on, it's not that hard," Inuyasha countered. "All you gotta do is let your beast out." "My...my beast?" Kagome repeated in bewilderment. "You gotta dig deep and be fierce!" Inuyasha answered. "You see, that's the problem with some humans. They think they can treat other demons like one of them, but that's what they take advantage of! It's fine if you treat him as your equal, but when he oversteps your boundaries, you gotta take a stand and tell him what for!" "Is that what happened to you, yesterday?" Kagome asked, causing Inuyasha's eyes to go wide as he stopped in his tracks. "...You saw that, huh?" he asked. "...I saw the part with the red eyes," Kagome answered. "What happened?" Inuyasha looked to the ground before he sighed. "...I'm a half-demon," he said. "That means I have both human and demon blood inside me...and sometimes, when I get too worked up...the demon in me comes out...and it's not pretty. Sesshomaru can transform, too, but only when he wants to...with me...it's like I'm a ticking time bomb and just about anything would set me off." "...Has this...happened before?" Kagome inquired. 'Stupid question, Kagome. It probably has.' "...More than I'd like," Inuyasha said. "Last time it happened, it was last year...my Dad actually had to put me in jail." "What?!" Kagome questioned. "That's awful!" "I know," Inuyasha replied as he looked down at his claws. "It was really bad...10 people were killed...by me." He then sighed. "I guess I can't blame him...no wonder he's always so disappointed in me..." He then closed his eyes. "His own son turned into a monster that he was forced to subdue." "...I don't think you're a monster," Kagome smiled. "...Really?" Inuyasha asked as he looked at her. "I...I don't scare you?" "I was startled, yesterday," Kagome began, "but I'm not scared of you." "...Kagome..." Inuyasha whispered in surprise as he stared into her chocolate brown eyes...before the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile. "Thank you." Kagome smiled as she took Inuyasha's hand in her own, causing him to gasp silently. It was warm and her skin was so smooth...unlike his own skin. It was rough and calloused and marred with tiny scars. He felt his cheeks grow warm as they flushed a light pink. Hell, even the tips of his ears turned pink...and Kagome felt her face flush, too. "Uh...we should, uh...we should probably go," Inuyasha said. "Right!" Kagome replied as they continued their walk. "...You know you're still holding my hand, right?" Inuyasha inquired. "Mm-hmm," Kagome nodded. "...Are you, uh...gonna let go?" "...Do you...want me to let go?" "...Not really." "Good, because I don't want to, either." "...Good." As they walked, Inuyasha felt his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at Kagome. 'Jeez, what is going on with me? She makes me feel so good about myself and happy...I haven't felt this way since I met Kikyo...and yet...it's different...it's new...and I like it.' He smiled a little as he gently squeezed Kagome's hand...who lightly squeezed his hand in turn. XXX "You're kidding!" "No, I swear to god!" Kagome laughed as she lightly pushed Inuyasha while holding a soft-serve strawberry ice cream cone in her hand while the half-demon held a vanilla ice cream cone. "Miroku actually made you do that?!" Kagome asked. "Hey, I was a stupid kid in high school," said Inuyasha, "but at least I won 500 yen from that bet!" He then burst out laughing along with Kagome. "Too bad I got grounded for 2 weeks afterward." Kagome giggled before she took a lick of her ice cream. "So...you got any embarrassing stories?" asked Inuyasha. "Oh, you don't wanna hear any of mine," said Kagome. "What?" Inuyasha questioned. "C'mon, I told you one of mine." "...Well..." Kagome muttered. "Okay, fine, but you can't tell anybody." "Secret's safe with me," Inuyasha replied, prompting Kagome to gesture him closely before she whispered something in his ear, causing him to gape. "What?!" "Yeah, that's what happened," Kagome nodded while Inuyasha laughed. "I don't believe it!" he exclaimed. "You of all people did that?!" "My Mom still doesn't know to this day," Kagome replied. "So don't ever tell her, got that?" "Cross my heart," Inuyasha said as he crossed his finger over his chest. "Hey, Kagome!" Kagome looked up to see Sango waving at her as she approached. "Sango!" Kagome waved back. "Sango...?" Inuyasha repeated. "I was wondering about you!" Sango said as she and Kagome hugged. "I went to your apartment but you weren't there." She then noticed Inuyasha. "Oh! Is this...?" "Sango, this is Inuyasha Taisho," Kagome introduced. "He's my new friend." "So this is Inuyasha," Sango said. "Come to think of it, I thought your name sounded familiar...aren't you friends with my boyfriend?" "Uh...yeah," Inuyasha replied. "That's me." "Kagome told me about how she helped you," said Sango. "Isn't she a saint?" "Aww, Sango," Kagome said, sheepishly. "Now you're just embarrassing me!" "Well, it's only because it's true," said Sango before she looked to Inuyasha. "So, how are things going between you two?" "We're just...you know, hangin' out," Inuyasha answered. "That's nice," Sango smiled. "I hope you treat Kagome well. She's like a sister to me." "So I've been told," said Inuyasha. "It's true," Kagome said. "Sango and I have been friends since we were kids." "Well, it's good to know that Kagome's got some good friends out there," Inuyasha acknowledged, causing Sango to chuckle. "Well, don't let me interrupt your day," she said before she prepared to walk past them. "Oh, and Inuyasha, go easy on Kagome or else I'm gonna have to kick your ass." Inuyasha chuckled a bit, which caused Sango to laugh as well...until she shot him a piercing glare. "I mean it," she said, causing the half-demon to gulp. "Uh...right," he muttered. "Bye, now!" Sango smiled before she left, which caused Kagome to sigh. "Sorry about Sango," she apologized. "She tends to worry about me." "No, I get it," Inuyasha replied. "She's just looking out for you...kinda like Miroku does, half the time." "Thanks for understanding," Kagome replied, but as they walked, they suddenly stopped in front of a building where they could hear the sound of deep, thumping music. The sign over the door said "Onigumo", along with a spider-shaped insignia next to it. "Onigumo?" Kagome repeated. "I've never heard of this place. Must be new." Inuyasha glared at the sign before he hooked his arm around Kagome's and walked forward, pulling her along. "Whoa!" Kagome cried as she accidentally dropped her ice cream. "H-hey! Inuyasha, what are you doing?!" "Just keep walking," Inuyasha told her. "Trust me...I just don't like the smell coming off that place." Kagome blinked at Inuyasha in perplexity...but with her arm pressed up against his torso, she could feel his chest rumbling as he growled, causing her to grip his arm before she glanced back at the building. For a moment, she felt this odd tingle down her spine...no...more like a chill. The kind of chill one would get when they felt something dangerous. Deciding it was best to heed Inuyasha's advice, Kagome kept walking while holding onto his arm. As they crossed the street together...a shadowy figure watched them from the top window of the building. The very room itself was filled with cigar smoke while the figure sat in his revolving chair, his leather shoes propped up against the wall. He chuckled as he took a drag of his cigar before he blew out a puff of smoke through his nose. "...Well, well...looks like Mr. Taisho's found himself a new playmate...and she looks like Kikyo, no less." He chuckled as he tapped his cigar, causing some ash to fall onto the tray. "How interesting..." XXX Later that day, just as the sun was setting, Inuyasha had brought Kagome back to the apartment complex. "Thanks for walking me back home," Kagome said. "No problem," said Inuyasha. "And...listen...about what happened at that building-" "No, Inuyasha, it's fine," Kagome said. "Honestly...I started getting bad vibes from it, too. I'm glad we got away from there before I got too curious." "Me, too," Inuyasha said. "So...maybe we do this again, sometime?" "Sure," Kagome nodded. "I'm not doing anything on Tuesday...maybe then?" "Maybe," Inuyasha replied. "I'll let you know if anything comes up." "...Sounds good," Kagome smiled as she stared into his golden eyes. "...Yeah," Inuyasha replied as he stared right back into her chocolate brown ones. He slowly reached his hand up and cupped her face, causing her to blush slightly. 'He's...he's so gentle...' Without even realizing it, Kagome closed her eyes, started to stand up on the tips of her toes, and puckered up her lips. Inuyasha blinked before he began to do the same, their faces just a mere inch away from each other...but then, he stopped, his eyes softening before he looked away. "I...Inuyasha?" Kagome asked in confusion. "I'm sorry," Inuyasha apologized. "I...I just feel like it's too soon, right now..." "...Oh," Kagome muttered. "I...I see. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take things so quickly." "No, it's not you!" Inuyasha answered. "I swear! It's just..." He then sighed. "...I'm...I'm still trying to get over this relationship that I had, three years ago." "A relationship?" Kagome repeated, bewildered. "With who?" "...With Kikyo," Inuyasha replied, sadly. "She was my first girlfriend." "...What happened?" Kagome asked in concern. "...I can't say," Inuyasha answered. "It's...it's still too painful to talk about." He then turned his back toward her. "Let's just say...it was my fault." "...Inuyasha," Kagome whispered. "...I'm sorry," Inuyasha said. "I...I gotta go!" He then got up on the railing. "Wait!" Kagome cried, but the half-demon soon leaped away. "Wait, Inuyasha!!" But he was already too far away...causing Kagome to sigh as she felt her eyes well up. "...I'm sorry," she whispered, tearfully...while the red string around her finger fluttered in the wind. As for Inuyasha, he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, his coat flapping in the wind as he practically soared through the air...but as he flew, his vision blurred as tears stung at the corners of his eyes.

Aaaaaaand there go the feels.

Poor Inuyasha...and Kagome.

[happilycrazycreator]

Another Dream, And Some Feels

Last night I had a weird dream that I really do not remember so much of. What I do remember is that Aaron and I were in Switzerland. We took a ferry. We met this couple who said that we could stay at their place. We stayed in this little room, I think it was their kids room? Like I said, I can’t fully remember the details but what I remember is it being an awkward situation. They came home and we were about to be leaving. There was a different room downstairs that I don’t think was the one we stayed in but we were in there and the bed was ruffled as if someone had slept in it. I was looking around and there was a baby swing/cradle (like the one Tom made for Jason) that had really soft padding and it went around the side too. It was geared towards a boy for sure. Somehow we were in the car with them and instead of being in Switzerland we were in Canada and they were driving us home to New Hampshire. In a totally different dream, I was waiting for Arthur to get to my house. He gets to my house puts a load of laundry in and we go into his car. I go back into my house to change my pants (I think I was wearing yoga pants and I didn’t like the way they looked with my chucks so I wanted to change into jeans) and in the laundry room is Aaron, folding clothes maybe? I open the dryer- He had changed over Artie’s clothes to the dryer already. Some of my clothes were in there too. Mine were dry, Artie’s were not quite fully dry so I left it going after I got my jeans. I went back out to Artie’s car? I’m not really sure... 

About the feels... I need to just try t be positive of my situation. There is just a lot I wish I could say that I am afraid to say on soooo many levels. I just feel like we are being taken advantage of a little bit honestly. I feel like we are being asked to take care of a lot of stuff around here; the 4 bedroom 5 bathroom house with a terrace, back pool patio, and living- dining room- kitchen area, the pool and everything and anything the guests need, as well as caring for the entire yard and anything that may happen with that... i.e. wasps nests in the trees, leaves on the ground, palm branches that hang down after big storms.. etc. Apparently I knew about all of this work before beginning this journey, and I guess I just underestimated how it was going to make me feel when it was actually reality. Maybe I am just PMSing really bad, as that is per usual for me... BUT after talking with my father, he seems to think that we are being taken advantage of as well. See, the thing is... I understand that if we weren’t staying here in their apartment, they could potentially get $500+ per month renting it out... but in renting it out, if someone is paying to live here, they cannot be asked to do the chores that they are asking of us. That’s just the bottom line, right? We are being asked to do the chores of a caretaker for free rent, yes, but that doesn’t mean that what we get “paid” should be the free rent... right? Anyone in their right mind would think that they should be getting paid at least the going rate in Costa Rica, which is $3.50/hour (which btw is really nothing for them to be paying us seeing as because of us they were able to fire the maid(s), property manager and the pool guy) Okay, to make a long story short, You cannot rent out the apartment with the expectation that the renter will be the caretaker for free; and you can not ask the caretaker to pay rent and do their work for free. This is essentially what we are doing; “Paying rent” and working for free. I believe that this is not fair but apparently this is what was agreed to before coming down here. This is my fault because I should have THOUGHT that through, and like many other things, I did not think it through. I was so excited an I never took that into consideration. Even my mom tried to tell me before we left and I disregarded her concerns due to excitement.

Enough negativity though... We are here and we are here for 6 months. I need to concur my PMS head on and not allow it to consume me. I consume it. This will be a hard battle, and a constant one, but I will be the victor! 

I smell really stinky... Like someone replaced my deodorant with an onion. I am going to shower away the stink- both literally and figuratively. Adios for now.