Posted by Megan on February 14th, 2010
Filed under: General

Feb 13: My mom called yesterday after work and said she missed two buses trying to get a Subway sandwich so she was in a bad mood. She said she was going to the bar before coming home and would be home with dinner in about an hour. Fast forward to past 2 in the morning and I’m trying to sleep when I hear someone screaming. Naturally I think it is the ignorant neighbors upstairs who never stop yelling/stomping around and being the noisy people they are. But no, I realize it’s not when one thing yelled is “Megan”. OMG that damn bitch has done it again. I remember last year she came home so drunk she couldn’t get her key in the door and I had to get up again to let her in, and pick up everything she had dumped outside. This time I found her outside on the floor of the porch herself. All she was doing was yelling and saying the same thing over again “I can’t get up.” Now I thought it could be something serious, like she slipped and fell. But no, it’s only that she couldn’t feel her feet (according to her). Oh gee, I wonder what that could be like, not being able to feel parts of your body… Mom, do you know why you can’t feel your feet? IT’S COLD OUT! Just get inside, problem solved. It’s probably well below 30 out, and she just walked up from the bar, and is drunk no less, that’s why she can’t feel her fucking feet! So I get to go outside in my pajamas and struggle with helping a drunk stand up (not an easy task) and eventually get her in the door. All the bitch keeps saying is “I can’t feel my feet” and yelling. Drunks usually come with a few pre-programmed phrases, they’re like those dolls you pull the string and they repeat the same thing over and over again. Then she tripped over her (mostly) alchie bottles on the way to the couch and and was last seen laying there propped up against the couch still saying she couldn’t feel her feet. It would help if she’d taking her effing shoes off and get her feet out of the damp socks. It would certainly help more than just sitting their and whining about it. But no. And I’m certainly not going to make the attempt. Let this be a lesson to her about the evils of drinking (though if she hasn’t learned it by now she never well). I wont be held responsible either if her toes fall off. And if she ever does this again I’m leaving her outside. But for today I get to deal with this, at… 3 in the morning now. And I’ve had to lock that cat in the room with me so drunky Godzilla doesn’t crush her.

Well, I did end up having to help her after she woke up and started screaming again. This time it was about her back and knee. Well after falling down and then laying on the floor between the coffee table and couch, of course it would be hurting. So I had to get her shoes and socks off and try to help her up, but she didn’t want to help herself. She just kept yelling about it hurting (stupid shit like “owie,” “my backy,” and “meowie”) and that she could do it. If she had put as much effort into getting up as she did complaining about it she would have gotten up a lot sooner. It took forever to get her up, then she hobbled to the bathroom which took forever, then took forever getting undressed, then finally went back to the couch and started crying. So I had to put up with that crap, and finally with her slobbering all over me. I hate drunk people! And I hate it when they cling to me and pet me, and then cry on me. Bleh. I can’t stand to be touched but I had to put up with her crushing me for a while (my ribs hurt and I had trouble breathing because of it, then when I finally got away there were indents from my pajamas all over my arms and sides) before I eventually got her to go to sleep. I think that was around 5 AM, and then I got to go to bed again after 6:30. Now her knees are bruised and swollen because of that, and she’s talking about calling off tomorrow.

This morning I heard my cat getting into stuff and when I finally got up to see what the idiot was doing I found her digging under some stuff. It crossed my mind that it could be a mouse, but I thought it was probably a centipede so I dragged her away and started lifting some of it up to see what was underneath. That’s when a little grey mouse went zooming out from under it and around the corner towards the stove. Yes I screamed, several times too. I like mice, mice are cute, but only when they’re in cages, not when they’re running around your home. After I got it together I had to go after that cat who was in pursuit of her new toy. I didn’t know mice could climb, but he scaled the blanket hanging over the door in the kitchen, then dropped back down and finally went back behind the stove again. It looked like he had something either in his mouth or stuck to him. Allie’s been hunting that mouse for almost two years, and this is the first time I’ve seen him come out. He had gone all over the place in here too. I hope he stays behind the stove now.

I’m sick of Valentines day. Egg Cave is has a Valentine egg, which took me 20 (then 100 more when I had to restart Firefox) tries to find, but there’s a 10 egg viewing limit so I have to wait until tomorrow and hopefully it’ll still be there. Then Dragon Cave has two Valentines eggs, which are impossible to get. Half the time the site doesn’t even load, then by the time it does all the eggs are gone. I’ve never been able to get any egg when they were released so I don’t think I’ll be able to get either of these. There should be a one egg limit for both instead of two, so the greedy people can’t stock up on them while the rest of us don’t get anything. I don’t see why some many idiots on that site think this is fun. How is it fun to sit at a computer for hours at a time, all day long trying to get a couple virtual eggs? It’s not fun, it’s frustrating and painful, and very bad for you. Fighting over 1000 people for 3 eggs? What BS. Edit: After almost 400 eggs, I just found out I got two of this years Val eggs when I checked my scroll. Still no ’09s.

It’s going to be so noisy here soon. Like it’s not enough already. But they’re tearing down the McDonalds and Jiffy Lube in the back and building a bigger McD. The McDonalds execs are idiots. The McDonalds there gets busy, but there’s no way we need a new or bigger one. Not only are we losing our McDonalds for 6+ months, we get to listen to construction starting at the end of this month. It is literally right behind us. Then the street the runs along side us, the one McDonalds is on, it’s going to be getting teared up. I don’t know what’s with all the stupid fucks making these decisions, but they’re going to be doing work on it for miles back. So we also get to hear that, and my mom will be having trouble getting to work since it’s a bus line. It’s a very busy street, I don’t know what people are going to do. It’s the main road to downtown. I hope McD doesn’t close down for a few weeks more. They’ve got Penguins of Madagascar toys. I love that show so I’m going to try to get my mom to get herself a Happy Meal so I can get some.

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