Aug 25, 2006 19:58
My parental units need an upgrade. Seriously. Earlier this morning Mom made Tasha and I HIDE IN THE FUCKING BASEMENT because guys were coming to deliver Tasha's bed. I'm not kidding. When the door bell rang she made us RUN downstairs and not allowed to make a sound because, God forbid, the MEN would know we were there and that when RAPE HAPPENS. Once they're gone she comes down to say, "It's good you were down here. One of those men had hickeys all over his neck." (Now you know why I'm so paranoid all the time. I was raised with this behavior.)
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While hiding down there Tasha made a comment about mom and a gang bang. I proceeded to pierce my ears with forks.
After that Mom decided to change her mind about letting me stay at Cora's for two days. Apparently, "Bad things happen when people stay that long." Thanks Mom, I've been warned.
After much begging she relented and says I can stay at Cora's for longer than one day. BUT! If Cora "exposes me to anything" she will fucking hunt that bitch down because, despite liking her a LOT, she hates that fucking attitude of hers and KNOWs the people she associates with.
Run Cora.
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On a lighter note, only my dad would find a way to purchase a new printer and computer desk for under $50.