showdown at the O.K. corral
To even begin to explain the events of this rather shitty day, I must first tell all and sundry that I still live with my mother. Yes, I know that's pathetic, however, I'm broke and those Japanese classes ain't gonna pay for themselves, so I've chosen to stay here rent free so I can eat whilst I save for said classes. Moving on...It's seems to me lately that my mother's moods go from crap to supa-crap whenever I am in the room. I have no idea why this is but I haven't been acting any worse than usual so I can only attribute this sudden downshift to A)drugs or B)menopause, either one a horrifing prospect. Perchance tis time to adjust my plans, you say? Move out and take alittle longer to achieve my goals? I've thought about doing that but, I've already wasted so much time, that I really can't afford to waste any more buying my own food and shit of that nature...I know I sound like a spoiled brat, but I tried to be the kind of person that gave freely of herself to others and look where it's gotten me. My ex left me because he said he didn't want a commitment and two weeks later he was MARRIED. I was the go-to shoulder whenever my friends had troubles but as soon as I needed someone they had all abandoned ship, the spineless bastards. Bitter? Me? I need to move to Japan like I need to breathe so I'm damn sick and tired of people-like my mom's best friend, the Wicked Witch of Chagrin Blvd-telling me I should already be out on my own...My mother never had a problem with my being here until that rotten instigator started all this mess. GRRR, I feel like shooting people, I swear. I must have been someone terrible in a past life 'cause I don't see what I could have done in this one to deserve the karmic spanking I'm getting now. Hmmm, I think I hear Ben & Jerry calling...