What is the big deal about weekends? Everything blends into a monotony of blandness for me anyway.
The most stand-out events that would distract me from my normal daily activities to symbolise a weekend are as follows:Friday
- was totally snubbed off so the parents could go to a play - which meant I had the house to myself all night, so I ran up and down the hall about 15 times. The exciting part was that they brought home some leftovers and a blanket with remnants of "outside
" on it, so I got to sit on it and pretend that I too was outside enjoying life, rather than being cooped up all day.Sunday
- everyone was home and sleeping on my couches so I had to sleep on the floor like a loser. I hate when everyone is home.
In other news my dish has BROKEN! Not Happy Jan.
They tried to Superglue it together. what morons. do they not realise that, that shit is toxic? do they want me to die?
Look how pretty it was!!
I don't know which one broke it, but I have been torturing them trying to find out.
I did the 'shit on the sheets' torture on Saturday morning, so they would have to get up early and do laundry - because we all know, that noone likes to sleep in a bed with shit on it. Sucked In.
So for now, I will stick to eating off their plates when they aren't looking. I had some cake, weird. No fish or chicken in it at all. No wonder the parents are so grumpy all the time. stupid cake.