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My parents are finally gone. Finally.
They said, "YOU SHOULD COME HOME WITH US". I said, "NOOOOOO." Repeat ad nauseum for about an hour. Brilliant.

This weekend has totally sucked. At least I have most of today to recover.

Note to self: Never tell mother anything about your friends, because she is a douchebag. Also rediscovered: When she slams places or nationalities, it pisses me off - but when it's a place where some of my friends live, it gets fucking personal.

Also, she's extremely racist. WHAT KIND OF IDIOT COMES TO SASKATCHEWAN AND THEN COMPLAINS ABOUT THERE BEING NATIVE PEOPLE THERE. Good lord. What the fuck -- I don't even --- ARGH.

Aside from all that, which made me RAGE, I was constantly being interrogated about everything under the sun. Nothing I do is ever good enough, and nothing I think or want makes any sense whatsoever, apparently. GEE, THANKS.

She thought I was an idiot for wanting to get a bicycle, and that I'm not capable of riding it in the city. Then she... uh... gave me money for a bicycle. I don't understand at all. I'm tempted to use it to pay my credit card bill, just to spite her.

Argh, and they WALKED ALL OVER my nice clean floor in their SHOES even though they both know it's horrible manners to do so. It's like, what, they don't need to pay me the same courtesy they do everyone else? Can't be bothered to take off their shoes in the foyer? I don't even... ugh.

I don't know. I'm not very awake right now. I slept very poorly last night.

At least I have today to recover. I'm going to vacuum my floor AGAIN because I have to, because they were walking on it in their shoes. And then I'm going to do some editing for Tik. And then some ficcing and fic-editing and some boring things of no particular note that must get done regardless....

Argh, I'm so glad they're gone.

On a lighter note

Guys who wear glasses are HOT.
Yes.
Mmmmmglasses.
Even if snogging glasses-wearers while they're wearing their glasses can be kind of awkward. (Yet somehow, even the awkwardness is sexy...)
Mm, and when they push them up - or when they take them off... Ohhhh, lord. Yes. Yes, please.


This post brought to you by the fact that fyretoppaaa has exploited my glasses fetish in order to get me to write her some fic. Damnit, Fyre, I'm supposed to be taking a break from writing about Eesti, but the thought of scribbling up some picturesque and plotless Sweden/Estonia is just too delicious to resist. :|