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Warning: Extreme Bitching
So I've been home for exactly 24 hours and I already want to kill someone. The weather is terrible, (and will be until next Monday, so that makes over two full weeks of fucking rain) and I'm probably going to have to be admitted to a fucking institution. My mother is crazy, and won't take me driving because my permit is expired, even though I've driven before, and she hounded me for two years to get my license, and has some fantasy that she's asked me a million times but i've been at dan's, sleeping, or going out with my friends. Um okay, bullshit. Gavin is possibly the most awful, bi-polar, dilusional mother fucker I have every fucking met, and I hate him so much. The only thing that has been good has been hanging out with my dad and restoring/researching my great-grandma's antique Hummels.
I want to fucking leave this shithole I live in, and like rent a room somewhere.
Oh and I can't get to my job without a license, and somehow that is my fault too. Making money, my fault, oops.
So it looks like I'm taking a fucking taxi to and from work, at $18 a pop, each way. That's nice. Guess who's going into a fucking nursing home.
So I've been home for exactly 24 hours and I already want to kill someone. The weather is terrible, (and will be until next Monday, so that makes over two full weeks of fucking rain) and I'm probably going to have to be admitted to a fucking institution. My mother is crazy, and won't take me driving because my permit is expired, even though I've driven before, and she hounded me for two years to get my license, and has some fantasy that she's asked me a million times but i've been at dan's, sleeping, or going out with my friends. Um okay, bullshit. Gavin is possibly the most awful, bi-polar, dilusional mother fucker I have every fucking met, and I hate him so much. The only thing that has been good has been hanging out with my dad and restoring/researching my great-grandma's antique Hummels.
I want to fucking leave this shithole I live in, and like rent a room somewhere.
Oh and I can't get to my job without a license, and somehow that is my fault too. Making money, my fault, oops.
So it looks like I'm taking a fucking taxi to and from work, at $18 a pop, each way. That's nice. Guess who's going into a fucking nursing home.