you do something to me that i can't explain.
i got into a fight with my mom this morning. she likes to make me cry. she took me to work, because i'm not supposed to be driving the van. the whole way, i got yelled at about how ungrateful i am. and how i'm a bitch because i'm getting a car? which was her idea..instead of fixing the brakes on the van. then she made me get her coffee before she went home. betsy could tell i had been crying...i hated it. i called nick to wake him up and then did the work thing. which wasn't that bad. i called my mom to see what was going on with the car...which i'm going to probably get tomorrow after work. she had a totally different attitude. it pissed me off. she's bipolar, i swear it.
i felt like i was 14 again, waiting for my mom to pick me up. she was, of course, totally nice and kept saying, "oh, do you want anything before we go home? i can stop at the grocery store or anywhere you want food if you're hungry." no, mom. i'm not hungry..thanks, though. "okay, well if you change your mind, let me know." oh, and she kept calling everyone cunts. it made me laugh. haha. after we got home, we called this other car dealership that my dad and aunt wanted me to go through. it's pretty much a done deal, i just have to pick out the car. i can't wait to have freedom. score.
just for the record, i miss everyone.
i felt like i was 14 again, waiting for my mom to pick me up. she was, of course, totally nice and kept saying, "oh, do you want anything before we go home? i can stop at the grocery store or anywhere you want food if you're hungry." no, mom. i'm not hungry..thanks, though. "okay, well if you change your mind, let me know." oh, and she kept calling everyone cunts. it made me laugh. haha. after we got home, we called this other car dealership that my dad and aunt wanted me to go through. it's pretty much a done deal, i just have to pick out the car. i can't wait to have freedom. score.
just for the record, i miss everyone.