sunshine_queen | Mmmm. Cake.

And I repeat: YOU MUST CHILL.

Let's see: our dryer's broken, so Mom is like, contemplating suicide, because now she has three loads of wet stuff (mel's and my sheets and a whole lotta clothes). She's now on her way to a laundromat and she is WAY pissed. Dad's being mondo bizarro because Mom was trying to get him to look at the dryer and when he didn't and it broke she flipped out even more and now he's being dad-like and flipping out and mel is just being LOUD because that's the way she is.

Me? Trying to stay out of the way by sitting in front of the comp.

We went to the library today and I got 'Bergdorf Blondes' which I've been waiting for for ages. Hooray!

Started cleaning my room today. Hannah inspired me. Meaning piles of clothes got transplanted into my drawers and a giant bin was imported so I could clear out some of the stuff in my closet. And garbage bags. Did I finish? Of course not. I got distracted.

And Mommy made cake. Do you all KNOW what cake does to me? I've had two pieces today alone. And it's only 6:20. I love cake. Worship cake. It's like, my second favorite food (after bread.)

Mom: "You don't understand. I get traumatized by these events."