F*****G LIVID
GARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I am MIGHTY pissed off. Why? Becuase we are coming round the u-turn opposite the Park and I go to mother, "Oh, i need to get my riding stuff from dad's" she goes, "ok, we'll stop there then" I go, "oh yeah, and you have my passport yeah?" and She goes "WHAT, NO, ITS WITH THE BRITISH HIGH COMMISSION"
Fan-fucking-tabulous.
I had a mini breakdown in the car on Thursday morning, and the only thing that was keeping me sane was the thought that i would be able to go riding in two days. And now i am foaming at the mouth. I bet she planned this. If she can't stop me from leaving the country (and enivitably her house) then of course she will stop me by actually preventing me from leaving the country AT ALL.
And I have just spoken to Ellesse, who isn't going to be there for the next 2 weekends, so i shall not see her, Bummer. And, i really, really, REALLY wanted to ride tomorrow. Fuck, i even revised (a bit) for the psych test cause i have to get a B or over to continue riding and now it doesn't bloody matter anyway.
SO, as a result of all this i shall use my mothers credit card and shop for horse stuff on eBay. I found a wicked Polo shirt by Joules (riding thingy) and i wasn't going to order it cause it cost $75 (25 pounds - can't find pounds sign) and i thought that was quite a lot for a shirt. But now - i shall order the whole bloody selection, and some pink joddy's to match, oh and a pink whip. (i am aware that sounds very bratty and i will not end up ordering all that stuff - i simply feel the need to be immature about this. Plus, retail therapy is good)
So, my fathers birthday dinner was almost lovely - until the end. And i was being extra specially nice to my mum cause i have (would have had) an hour and 1/2 car ride with her - now, that was just wasted energy.
You know what else is unfair - i bet she is on the phone to the tennis sod and is scheduling a tennis lesson at 9am tomorrow morning, just about the time i was supposed to be riding with Ellesse.
=(
I am MIGHTY pissed off. Why? Becuase we are coming round the u-turn opposite the Park and I go to mother, "Oh, i need to get my riding stuff from dad's" she goes, "ok, we'll stop there then" I go, "oh yeah, and you have my passport yeah?" and She goes "WHAT, NO, ITS WITH THE BRITISH HIGH COMMISSION"
Fan-fucking-tabulous.
I had a mini breakdown in the car on Thursday morning, and the only thing that was keeping me sane was the thought that i would be able to go riding in two days. And now i am foaming at the mouth. I bet she planned this. If she can't stop me from leaving the country (and enivitably her house) then of course she will stop me by actually preventing me from leaving the country AT ALL.
And I have just spoken to Ellesse, who isn't going to be there for the next 2 weekends, so i shall not see her, Bummer. And, i really, really, REALLY wanted to ride tomorrow. Fuck, i even revised (a bit) for the psych test cause i have to get a B or over to continue riding and now it doesn't bloody matter anyway.
SO, as a result of all this i shall use my mothers credit card and shop for horse stuff on eBay. I found a wicked Polo shirt by Joules (riding thingy) and i wasn't going to order it cause it cost $75 (25 pounds - can't find pounds sign) and i thought that was quite a lot for a shirt. But now - i shall order the whole bloody selection, and some pink joddy's to match, oh and a pink whip. (i am aware that sounds very bratty and i will not end up ordering all that stuff - i simply feel the need to be immature about this. Plus, retail therapy is good)
So, my fathers birthday dinner was almost lovely - until the end. And i was being extra specially nice to my mum cause i have (would have had) an hour and 1/2 car ride with her - now, that was just wasted energy.
You know what else is unfair - i bet she is on the phone to the tennis sod and is scheduling a tennis lesson at 9am tomorrow morning, just about the time i was supposed to be riding with Ellesse.
=(