there are people in my house that i don't know. i don't like it. does that make me strange?

my brother brought someone here to help him set up his DSL connection. i was lounging in pajamas watching scariest places on earth. it is, after all, sunday night. i have not showered. there are random males in my house. it's discomfiting. does that make sense? i shouldn't care, right? but now i'm going to clean the bathroom just in case anyone decides to use it. and close the door to the mess that is my inner sanctum.

sometimes i'm more like my mom than i want to be.

-beatpoetgrrl

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