Is It Finished Yet?

It's 6.37am on Friday morning. I haven't been to sleep yet. I'm tired, hungry, exhausted, and cranky. A beautiful combination really.

I've been up all evening with Woods straighten up the living quarters in preparation for a visit later today from his mum and brother who is in from Texas. And by straighten, I don't mean just cleaning up the mess on the floor, I mean full on hiding the flyer of that muscle guy's hole hovering over the kitchen table. It's mainly about respect, but also a bit about being too flamboyant with the gayness around Woods' fam. That kind of limitations is somewhat new to me as with my mom you don't have to prance around the fact that we are both cocksuckers. I will give Woods' mum tons of credit tho as she has warmed up to me since the intial meeting - but then again, she hasn't seen the side of me that brings nutbags like Toxic Waist to the surface. But luckily, I doubt she ever will. *erk*

Well, despite that I have been up the entire evening, the house is no where near presentable. I am going to forgo the stress and get some shut eye. I'll pick up where I left off sometime around 10:30am. Cross your fingers that I complete the purification of the spaces. Lord knows I am going to need all the help I can get to get this shit done.