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what a horrid morning.
christmas eve.
Thank god im leaving. Thank you, parents, for making this so damn difficult for me.
i wake up at 8am. 8 A M on christmas eve. Why? because i have to take a bus at 10 and i still dont have the tree set up. Basically, i was sitting there setting up the tree for an hour and a half and my mom comes downstairs and instead of a "thank you for putting the tree up" she starts yelling
"Why didnt you take the trash out of the house?"
"but i havent left yet..."
"But why didnt you take it out, you were planning to leave, werent you?"
"but im still here. i was going to take it out"
"WHY do you always leave stuff to US to clean up? take the damn trash out"
then, after i spend 30 minutes loading and unloading the freaking COUCH into the house at 11 last night, she gets up in the morning and tells me it basically looks like shit. I told her that the cover we had was at the theatre...and she told me to fix the couch anyway. YOU CANT. It's basically fabric just stapled to a couch. if there isnt enough, you cant take it from anywhere else.
i ended up moving the ugly side to the wall and hanging a wreath in my room.
so after 20 minutes of looking for the car keys to take out the trash (the car was packed), i sit behind some asshole at a stopsign a fucking stopsign. This bastard is taking up 2 lanes in a little neighborhood and just sitting there. Thank god i was in the trooper, cause i just 4 wheeled my ass around the bastard.
mother of christ.
shitty morning.
-Mary
christmas eve.
Thank god im leaving. Thank you, parents, for making this so damn difficult for me.
i wake up at 8am. 8 A M on christmas eve. Why? because i have to take a bus at 10 and i still dont have the tree set up. Basically, i was sitting there setting up the tree for an hour and a half and my mom comes downstairs and instead of a "thank you for putting the tree up" she starts yelling
"Why didnt you take the trash out of the house?"
"but i havent left yet..."
"But why didnt you take it out, you were planning to leave, werent you?"
"but im still here. i was going to take it out"
"WHY do you always leave stuff to US to clean up? take the damn trash out"
then, after i spend 30 minutes loading and unloading the freaking COUCH into the house at 11 last night, she gets up in the morning and tells me it basically looks like shit. I told her that the cover we had was at the theatre...and she told me to fix the couch anyway. YOU CANT. It's basically fabric just stapled to a couch. if there isnt enough, you cant take it from anywhere else.
i ended up moving the ugly side to the wall and hanging a wreath in my room.
so after 20 minutes of looking for the car keys to take out the trash (the car was packed), i sit behind some asshole at a stopsign a fucking stopsign. This bastard is taking up 2 lanes in a little neighborhood and just sitting there. Thank god i was in the trooper, cause i just 4 wheeled my ass around the bastard.
mother of christ.
shitty morning.
-Mary