chochiyo_sama

If you do, could you please just kill me?  Be my best best friend and kill me.


My knee has hurt so bad for so long and I am soooooo tired of it.

And tonight, when I was coming upstairs with my arms full of stuff, I caught my toe on the top step and fell forward with my full (prodigious) weight on my OTHER knee, which is now aching.

I want to saw them both off and just get a couple of peg legs.

What the hell?  I'll be a pirate.

I know where I can get a parrot.

Pride goes before a fall--just before I fell, I was so proud of myself for having bought groceries on my way home from school and putting them away...and also for sweeping and scrubbing my kitchen floor because the cat had peed all over the floor next to the litterbox and on the piddle pads I put down to prevent it from getting all over everything.  My whole downstairs reeked of cat pee.

I was so exhausted.  The last thing I wanted to do was scrub up cat pee--but I did.  And I felt proud of the accomplishment as I went up the stairs....and I fell and whacked my damned knee.

Murphy's law?  Or divine retribution for pridefulness?

My life just sucks sometimes....

Yet somehow I keep on living anyhow.

I must be really really stupid.