Tagged with #seriously #i want this #like i want an actual non-biased account #of who i am #and what i do #and how i'm perceived #i'd love this
what i’d really like is for someone to objectively watch me for a week or so and then just sit down with me for a few hours and explain to me what i am like and how i look to others and what my personality is in detail and how i need to improve where do i sign up for that
Tagged with #alarms #police #cop #stress #only me #anxiety #my words
I’m waiting for the day things get better because so far this week has gone to shit.
I picked Cade up at school and took him to get a milkshake. We get back home, open the garage door, get in the house and the beep-beep-beep of the alarm goes off. My friend gave me the code of xxxx (actual numbers but you know, safety and all) and her husband gave me yyyy. So I tried both of these and the alarm wouldn’t shut off. Then the major, ear shattering alarm kicks in. I’m freaking out because neighbors can hear this. I’m texting the husband that the alarm won’t go off and he’s just texting me “key in yyyy” and I’m like “I AM”. So by this time I’m just pushing random buttons and -voila- it turns off. Still no clue what I did.
Cut to coming back home after taking the boys to get their presents and, once again, same issue with the alarm. The ear shattering one is going off now for 5 mins. Try xxxx & yyyy and still nothing. Press a bunch of buttons, again it finally turns off. Thank goodness. Or so I think.
10 mins later I’m sitting at the table helping the boys with their homework and the bloody alarm goes off again for no reason. Number pressing, nothing working. Finally call the husband to which he says “You tried yyyy? Hm. You tried xxxx? Ok. Have you tried zzzz?” No I haven’t fucking tried zzzz because neither of you gave me that fucking number. Key it in. Alarm blissfully stops. Then the door rings. A cop is standing on the doorstep asking to see my ID because I’m not the owner of the home, I’m just the bloody babysitter. Now I’m dealing with the police. This is not boding well for my anxiety at all.
Finally got all that straightened out and the dad comes home a little bit later and proceeds to give me crap pay. I’m about done with this week. I keep thinking it’s going to get better and then it just doesn’t.
Tagged with #whostolethetart #replies
I just snorted so loud at this. I’m sorry you’re going through that though.
It’s better. It’s fine … until I pee LOL
Tagged with #on fire #in pain #ou-fucking-ch #nair #don't do it #promise me you won't
Do NOT use Nair on certain places, no matter how many times people tell you it works perfectly. Just. Don’t.
|If I have to ask for your attention, then I don’t even want it. |
-- (via j0yless)
Tagged with #trueromanticist #replies
Haha that was supposed to say I lub you. ..but you know exactly what you do when you lube someone ;-)
And here I was all excited! Oh well, I lubs you too.