My week keeps getting better and better.

I've been sick all week, people are being moody little douches, and my candles can't be used.

First of all, just because I don't want to do every little thing you want me to, does not mean I'm giving you attitude. You're no more special than everyone else I've said no to. Get over it.

Second, and this is kinda out of the blue, I'm on Gaia again. :3

Third, my grandfather is on oxygen, which means no candles. I LOVE candles. And no petroleum, apparently? Which means I'll have to get rid of a bunch of stuff, more than likely. All because he didn't take care of himself, and the hospital wanted to be a douche. I was having a hard enough time dealing with him to begin with.

So, that's pretty much my week in a nutshell. Anger, sickness, anger, anger.

Oh, and I still don't know if my mother is going to get over herself and get me the phone she PROMISED me she would get months ago. She's telling two different stories. I can't wait to get out of here, and lose my name.

Love,

Desert Destroyah