annoyances bite

current frustrations are at an all time high.
my lack of mentioning it is entirely due to the embarrassing nature of the situation. however, i am almost at some sort of breaking point with it all. And am sure that it will be made public, when the day comes that I finally snap and fall off the side of the earth. Laughing hysterically, of course. I couldnt do it any other way.
Nights I have actually slept at my sisters (coff.. my new place..coff): <3.
Day of the month: 13th
Amount of times a day that I curse the existence of fleas: >30,485
(there - i said it)

This annoyance bites significantly hard into my sleep time, making me the grumpiest panda that you'd ever pay to see on display. And the responsibility of making them disappear when no body in the neighborhood (or house) lends a helping hand with their removal? I cant handle it. I literally feel as though I have lost anything that I find enjoyable and have replaced it with... vacuuming, buying vinegar, combing/brushing my poor kitty...to name a few.

At my new place (where? st.anne's rd.) I lack pillows and a comforter. Also lost my mattress and bed frame, but thank the lordy, at least I have a box spring.

And for it only being the thirteenth, I find myself slightly bitter (as well, lol... they just all add up) at the presence of a thief in my midst. Now only to use my ultimate sleuthing skills and find him, and then proceed to unmask, the bee-otch.

Words of advice are very welcome. De-lousing powder, not preferred, but still considered. And spaghetti and slurpees should never be ruled out. Doors are open.