Oi Vey, Ma.
I got back from CO the day before yesterday. It feels really good to be back in my baby's arms. And I got to see my kitties again and they are as sweet as ever.
Thanksgiving was nice...Well, it was all right. I was surrounded by strange people. One of the chicks there kept bragging about her wretched cooking and how good it is. And there was another guy there who I later found out was in a coma for three months after some sort of accident and ever since then, hasn't been the same. My sympathies go to him especially since his wife left him because of the way he had changed. But man, that guy is creepy. I am glad he didn't come near me to touch me. I would have needed to hurt him, badly. And everytime I passed that braggig lady, I needed to restrain myself from punching her. I think the worst was Jonathan though. He started to talk trash about my mom. And as much as I really don't wanna go up there for the holidays, nobody talks trash about my mom. But, Jonathan is family. He said...arg. "I can't talk trash about your mom but you can talk all the trash about your dad as you want." Well no shit. Excuse me if my dad wsan't there half as much as my mom was. Excuse me if my dad was a dick in the past. At least I let him know that all is forgiven before he goes off to OR.
Anyways. I am trying to figure out whether or not I want to go up to my moms. See, I really don't feel like going up there. But I don't know how I am going to tell my mom. Plus, I think that while I am up there, something bad might happen. Am I crazy? Well, tell me I am and I might feel a wee bit better. No...scratch that. I really am confused right now. I think though that the bad outweighs the good here. Jay is afraid that while I am gone that his dad will kick me out and I will have to move to WA. Justified fear seeing as well...I am constantly afraid of getting kicked out. This is why I cannot settle for a job that pays minimum wage. I need to make enough to at least move into a low rent place. (I should try for a job with albertsons or another grocery store. That might do the trick.) Weel, the bottom line is, I don't know what I am going to tell my mom tonight. If worse comes to worse, I will stay up for a week or so and come back down. I really cannot risk this.
What I want for x mas:
A new place to live
A job
A dog.
No no. Can't have any of that now, can we.
A game boy advance.
A big ol gift card to best buy and frys.
A gift certificate to victorias secret. I need new bras desperatley.
a littermaid
Oi. There is another list a little further down. I gotta send it to my granma.
So. As usual, my life is not the best right now and I am weary of living like this. Same shit, different day.
Thanksgiving was nice...Well, it was all right. I was surrounded by strange people. One of the chicks there kept bragging about her wretched cooking and how good it is. And there was another guy there who I later found out was in a coma for three months after some sort of accident and ever since then, hasn't been the same. My sympathies go to him especially since his wife left him because of the way he had changed. But man, that guy is creepy. I am glad he didn't come near me to touch me. I would have needed to hurt him, badly. And everytime I passed that braggig lady, I needed to restrain myself from punching her. I think the worst was Jonathan though. He started to talk trash about my mom. And as much as I really don't wanna go up there for the holidays, nobody talks trash about my mom. But, Jonathan is family. He said...arg. "I can't talk trash about your mom but you can talk all the trash about your dad as you want." Well no shit. Excuse me if my dad wsan't there half as much as my mom was. Excuse me if my dad was a dick in the past. At least I let him know that all is forgiven before he goes off to OR.
Anyways. I am trying to figure out whether or not I want to go up to my moms. See, I really don't feel like going up there. But I don't know how I am going to tell my mom. Plus, I think that while I am up there, something bad might happen. Am I crazy? Well, tell me I am and I might feel a wee bit better. No...scratch that. I really am confused right now. I think though that the bad outweighs the good here. Jay is afraid that while I am gone that his dad will kick me out and I will have to move to WA. Justified fear seeing as well...I am constantly afraid of getting kicked out. This is why I cannot settle for a job that pays minimum wage. I need to make enough to at least move into a low rent place. (I should try for a job with albertsons or another grocery store. That might do the trick.) Weel, the bottom line is, I don't know what I am going to tell my mom tonight. If worse comes to worse, I will stay up for a week or so and come back down. I really cannot risk this.
What I want for x mas:
A new place to live
A job
A dog.
No no. Can't have any of that now, can we.
A game boy advance.
A big ol gift card to best buy and frys.
A gift certificate to victorias secret. I need new bras desperatley.
a littermaid
Oi. There is another list a little further down. I gotta send it to my granma.
So. As usual, my life is not the best right now and I am weary of living like this. Same shit, different day.