What the hell is wrong with you?*
My mother just went and yelled and lectured at me in typical soul-crushing and you-so-wrong manner.
Over dental floss.
DENTAL FLOSS
Although I'd already said good night, I popped back into the television room where she was, waving a little box of dental floss. Since the box we'd been using was apparently designed for people with gaping chasms between each tooth, and thus woudln't fit between mom's or my teeth without threatening to floss out said teeth, a few days ago I'd put in the bathroom a thinner dental floss, taken out from amongst my other boxes of dental floss just waiting for their day to shine. I was just waving this new dental floss at my mother in a, "Isn't this one totally awesome? Love me!" way.
Instead, she said that that was her dental floss. That it had been her and had been in the bathroom because she'd put it there. I counter that that was unlikely, as it'd been with my stuff in my room and I'd put it in the bathroom. To which she bursts in a rage because I'm obviously an idiot of Olympic standards with a pathetic memory to boot, because it was her dental floss and she gave it to me so I could use it when I went wherever I ended up going - not that I've gone anywhere because I'm a failure and unemployed and a complete waste. So it was her dental floss. Which she gave to me. But it was hers.
I know I'm smack in the boooks part of the hormonal rollercoaster, which means everything sucks and I'm crying over it all, but godfuckingdamnit I am tired of being miserable and feeling worthless and being criticized and cut down and -
LOOK! PUPPIES!
Quote of the Day: Anon. or uncredited
Love is saying "I feel differently" instead of "You're wrong."
* Common expression
Over dental floss.
DENTAL FLOSS
Although I'd already said good night, I popped back into the television room where she was, waving a little box of dental floss. Since the box we'd been using was apparently designed for people with gaping chasms between each tooth, and thus woudln't fit between mom's or my teeth without threatening to floss out said teeth, a few days ago I'd put in the bathroom a thinner dental floss, taken out from amongst my other boxes of dental floss just waiting for their day to shine. I was just waving this new dental floss at my mother in a, "Isn't this one totally awesome? Love me!" way.
Instead, she said that that was her dental floss. That it had been her and had been in the bathroom because she'd put it there. I counter that that was unlikely, as it'd been with my stuff in my room and I'd put it in the bathroom. To which she bursts in a rage because I'm obviously an idiot of Olympic standards with a pathetic memory to boot, because it was her dental floss and she gave it to me so I could use it when I went wherever I ended up going - not that I've gone anywhere because I'm a failure and unemployed and a complete waste. So it was her dental floss. Which she gave to me. But it was hers.
I know I'm smack in the boooks part of the hormonal rollercoaster, which means everything sucks and I'm crying over it all, but godfuckingdamnit I am tired of being miserable and feeling worthless and being criticized and cut down and -
LOOK! PUPPIES!
Quote of the Day: Anon. or uncredited
Love is saying "I feel differently" instead of "You're wrong."
* Common expression