Salty in Current Events

I went to bed angry last night. I was mostly angry that I was angry. I worked a full week, plus my classes, and this apartment/living situation feels like a second job. That started to sink in before I went to do some archery with Bev for her son’s birthday. I did the usual house chores, also made some veg stock, and cleaned out the freezer and fridge. Got the grocery list together for tomorrow. Toni sat around with her feet up while the magic happened around her as per usual. When I got home she had left me a mess in the kitchen, not a big one. She could have emptied the dishwasher or taken out the trash, at the very least. I am sick of this lazy cow. She is definitely a toxic Taurus.

I have been good at not letting it get to me but I think I was salty because the pizza place Bev ordered from messed up my pizza. I insisted that she did not bother ordering me anything but I let her and they put cheese on it by mistake. On Friday, my work ordered pizza for everybody but didn’t get any vegan options, as per usual. There are a few of us that don’t eat animals and their squirts and we are used to this and don’t take it to heart. However, Thursday me was full of good intentions and toxic positivity, and packed a salad for lunch. Friday me had been through some shit by noon and wanted a pizza. When I got home yesterday from the party I was starving and Toni was making potstickers which I cannot have. It contains oyster sauce. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. She didn’t owe me dinner or anything, I was just hungry and was hoping that she cooked a real meal, one that I could eat. So I loudly cleaned up the kitchen and then passively-aggressively slammed my bedroom door and went to bed hungry. I’m definitely a toxic Taurus rising.

Am I twelve? Why is this my drama? Well, I could have worse drama.

Bev made a comment about me potentially avoiding something. I got the big one out of the way, school. However, I still have residual habits to sort out. I’ll work on that today.

My anxiety was high yesterday. I didn’t want to attend her son’s birthday party. Apparently, my social anxiety can be triggered by eight-year-olds lol. Their parents dropped them off with Bev, something about being left responsible for them in some capacity got me flustered. We had a decent time. Kids always make the most so they had a blast. They were very good at archery by the time we left. They were hitting their targets, popping the balloons I put out for them. Her son was happy that I came. I think I might take my niece there sometime.