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I'd really love it if my mom did not riffle through my private shit when I'm out of the house.
I keep a box of stuff on my bookshelf that's filled with odds and ends like receipts, notes from friends, bank account statements, overdraft notices and the like. I came home last nite to find the entire thing neat and tidy and organized: I did not do this.
The question is, why did she go through this stuff? I've had that box for years and she's never so much as seen it sitting there in my room. I don't know. But if she peers any further throughout my room she's gonna find some mighty embarassing stuff and I will sit there and explain to her what all of it's used for, if she doesn't already understand.
(This is like the time she went through my collection of books and swiped my lesbian erotica book- and a damn good one at that- and then pretended I wouldn't notice so she never said anything about it)
I mean wtf, I'm 18, I'm in college, can you leave my shit alone so I can have some goddamn privacy?!
Anyways, last nite was fun. Had my much needed cuddle time with the boyfriend, watched a movie, then went home.
Right now I feel like a fucking truck's just run over me. Oh well, I'll feel better later this afternoon. Bring on the drugs!
Happy Halloween everybody. (I myself am more of a Day of the Dead person..)
I keep a box of stuff on my bookshelf that's filled with odds and ends like receipts, notes from friends, bank account statements, overdraft notices and the like. I came home last nite to find the entire thing neat and tidy and organized: I did not do this.
The question is, why did she go through this stuff? I've had that box for years and she's never so much as seen it sitting there in my room. I don't know. But if she peers any further throughout my room she's gonna find some mighty embarassing stuff and I will sit there and explain to her what all of it's used for, if she doesn't already understand.
(This is like the time she went through my collection of books and swiped my lesbian erotica book- and a damn good one at that- and then pretended I wouldn't notice so she never said anything about it)
I mean wtf, I'm 18, I'm in college, can you leave my shit alone so I can have some goddamn privacy?!
Anyways, last nite was fun. Had my much needed cuddle time with the boyfriend, watched a movie, then went home.
Right now I feel like a fucking truck's just run over me. Oh well, I'll feel better later this afternoon. Bring on the drugs!
Happy Halloween everybody. (I myself am more of a Day of the Dead person..)