- The heater in my room clicks incessantly throughout the night. It drives me insane waking up in the middle of the night and hearing*click click cliiiick cli click tweek*. Sometimes I imagine myself putting on steel toe boots and taking all my frustrations out on it.
- The backdoor to our porch doesn't close all the way. You can either slam it closed three times or slowly shut it while pulling towards you. My room mates have not figured that out and it's amazing hearing *SLAM SLAM SLAM* every night.
- The boyfriend has a fear of putting new toilet paper on the toilet paper roll apparently and the best friend frequently complains about it. It's a race between telling him to nut up and do it and making sure it's done before she goes in the bathroom.
- The trashcan is constantly full. I'm not sure if we go through a lot of trash or if the trashcan is too small, either way I obsess over the empty Stinker Store cups that surround it all the time and the lid that gets caught on boxes because it's too small.
- My family life is ridiculous at the moment. I've never not wanted to go home before. But every time I think about it I think about how my childhood room is now a storage unit for my sister and brother-in-law's things that most of which should be thrown away. And then there is the fact that the three people in my immediate family do nothing but complain about each other. It just doesn't feel like a family anymore.
- There is always a huge pile of laundry that never seems to dim. And it costs $7.00 to do laundry which we have to make an extra trip to the bank to get quarters. Plus I'm pretty sure the laundry room is haunted.
- The Brita is never filled up. And that's irritating.
- I can't drink the water here and that is also irritating.
- My boobs aren't as perky as they once were and when I think about it, I stress over the day when my face will be filled with wrinkles. I mean, I already have to take an entire day to get over a night of drinking and find solace in murder mysteries.
- I spend an hour on my hair to let the wind mess it up. Oh God bless the Palouse.
- I need a fucking nail file.
- I have recently found out that dinner isn't as good when you have to cook it but I won't let the boyfriend do it because I'm too much of a control freak. It's a vicious cycle.
- Sometimes my phone won't hang up after a conversation with someone and they hear me talk shit about them. I don't care as much as I used to because I figure if I'm talking bad about them, I don't really care about them as a person.
- I find myself psychoanalyzing and diagnosing every person I talk to everyday which in turn makes me hate people even more.
- I interviewed for a job a few months ago when we were broke as shit. I didn't get it. Two nights ago they called me and wanted to hire me. I had to turn it down in order to graduate next semester with 20 credits. Plus I was mad that they didn't see me as adequate in the first place so they can suck it.
- I pretend not to notice people I know walking by me so I don't have to turn off my music and have a conversation that I could go the rest of my life without having.
- The key to the mailbox won't work.
- The internet slows down every night at 11:00, like clockwork.
- When I remember to pray for what I'm thankful for, I will inevitably forget that I am praying and pass out mid-thought.
- I have started thinking about how much I can't stand one of my oldest friends. To the point that I have diagnosed him and his whole family with narcissism.
- I spend most of my day watching Netflix and smoking cigarettes on my back porch thinking how much better my life would be if I would accept people as they were instead of wanting to change them.
- And everyday I think of how much better my life would be if I just sold everything I own and moved to a city where they can show the play "Rent" without cast members being threatened with the fiery depths of hell.
- I need a big glass of wine to forget about the shitty things that have happened in the past four years. Including not being able to trust a man in my life that should be the one person I can count on. Is it so bad to want to date a man with the same morals and ethics as my forever accountable daddy?
It's pathetic, really. This list really is my day to day. If anything maybe it will help someone else feel better about their life, because nothing makes you feel better than to judge and criticize someone's life other than your own.
