Everyone in the family is gone for the weekend, which should make me happy because hey! Quiet house to myself, that's a rarity! Except I have no desire to write (what I would normally do in this situation) because quite honestly, no one gives a shit about the stuff I'm writing (I can't even get trusted FAMILY MEMBERS to read some of the things I'm working on and tell me anything about it - even that it sucks. They just...won't read it.), which makes it very hard to care about it myself. Wah, wah, poor white girl with a roof over her head, I know. I make myself eyeroll, too, and this is not the journal you signed up for.
Pleh. It's just one of those "why bother? With anything?" sort of days, but I seem to be having them a LOT lately.
ION, I plan on making this for my dinner because no one will eat them before I get a chance to. If avocado fries can't cheer me up...
UGH I GROSS MYSELF OUT SORRY.
Maybe I should create an alter-ego and fight crime. Or turn tricks. Or turn tricks while fighting crime. It's good to be ambitious, I hear? =P
/insert OMG do I try gold star