i talk alot. i talk too much.

im hillary.
im nothing special.

ah,

my mom just sorta sprung on me that she and my dad were going to garland today and they wouldnt be back til monday. she told me yesterday, gah. then she was like ‘your room needs to be spotless when i get home, oh and clean my bathroom, and do all your laundry too..’

“talk about shootin a man’s horse..WHAPP!”

*does swift handmovement*

anyways, so i just got off work, an hour later than usually..and i havent even bothered started cleaning. im contemplating the amount of punishment i will be in if i refuse to clean..blah:/ she would ‘make my life miserable’ so she says.