katlefiya's Diaryland Diary

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There's some idiot parked in front of our driveway. I know it's kind of pointless to be angry about it because the 'rents are away and neither me and Owen can drive. But fuck, it still pisses me off. They don't KNOW that we can't drive. They don't KNOW who we are at all. It's fine if visiting friends park in front of the driveway because if need be we can tell them to move. I don't know who's car it is. What if there were an emergency and we needed to get the van out?
"Oh, what's that Owen, there's a squirrel having an epileptic fit under the van? Quick, let's move it! Oh, shit, we can't. Some fucking asshole parked in front of the driveway!"

Sorry, I didn't get any sleep the night before last and this morning I had to get up early. And the house smells like Incense Overkill because Owen let people chainsmoke in the living room.

Blech. I'm a little unsure of my next move. There are possibilities in front of me, but each one requires effort and complications that I don't want to go through. And yet it's too late to go back now.
Actually, fuck that last paragraph. I know what I need to do, and up until this point I was full of motivation to do it. But now I'm here, I'm getting lazy.

11:38 a.m. - 2005-09-06

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