The hardest thing
Do you know the hardest thing about returning home from vacation? Besides the messes that were left behind, the random bed frame that needs to be removed, the people and situations that are staring me in the face and I must now avoid like the fucking plauge, because "Hi! I'm an idiot". Besides all of that, there's the bloglines account that looks like someone threw up all over it. Seriously, looking at that thing just now made me cry. Actually no, I was already in distress now that I can add the I-95 North East corridor to my list of things that have sucked me of my will to live.
*asking me to remember who wrote a quote is a little bit much right now**
**I need to have I-66 points when I'm feeling uber lazy. Which would be all the time. But yeah, points for when I can't figure out who said a quote. Remember: We're all about indolence over here at No Pasa Nada***
***No Pasa Nada: Where lethargy rules, sucka!