Zebra print, glitter and alcohol = hectic.

To tell you the truth my life has gotten "hectic" to the point where weekends are RUSHRUSHRUSHRUSHRUSHRUSH! and when I finally get to Monday I'm like, "Aaaaaaaahhhhh *puts feet up*". Is that retarded? I say "hectic" because most people associate that word with business suits, folders and half eaten bagels still wrapped in plastic. When I say hectic, I'm talking empty bottles of vodka, sequin stilettoes and rolling paper. But to each his own, I guess.

My family is always trying to get a hold of me on the weekends. Trust me, when you party all week you just want to spend the weekends in bed with an entire season of Ugly Betty, not at your grandma's house making small talk over fish crackers. And to make it worse they call me a million times to confirm and reconfirm, and they call me before they leave the house to pick me up, and they call me when they're on their way, they call to say they're ten minutes off, they call to say they're downstairs... GAH! Worst of all, they call me in the mornings. Who the fuck wakes up in the morning feeling like P Diddy? I wake up in the morning feeling like cottonmouth and several more hours of sleep!

Is it unreasonable to tell my grandparents NOT to call unless it's a weekday? For example, we make plans on Friday to have dinner on Sunday night, and that's it. No calling or texting or voicemailing until Monday.

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