February 7th, 2003

kushi-kushi

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Got an email asking me to call my mom or my sisters cell phone. Saying it's important.
Sister's cell phone isn't working. Mom isn't home. Left message. Keep calling. Keep wondering what the hell it is. Could be any number of things. Most likely it is just that I need to pick up my mail and my other stuff. That is usually what it is. I haven't really talked to anyone in the past few weeks.

Well, tax-time is coming too. Probably the little reminders about that. In other words, the things that are so IMPORTANT are probably just the usual little things that I already know about. However, I keep thinking of all the things that it could possibly be, all the things that are really important. I'm a worrier like that. I know that if it was one of those things that they have my boyfriends' number, my sister has called here before. They haven't seemed to really leave a message with my roommate.

I hate when my mother does this. She needs to get home so I can call her and find out what it is that she wants. I am so not in the mood for fighting either so it had better not be an excuse to start a fight.
kushi-kushi

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You know, for the fairly decent balance that I should have I seem to trip and fuck up my foot/ankle/knee quite a bit. Doing the dumbest things too. Tonight? Slipped in the shower while shaving my legs. Well, try slipped, landed on my foot oddly. Guess I'm staying home. Grrrr . . .

I'm going to go kill things and make pedestrians scream now. I love GTA.