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I dreampt I ate wood
I woke and brought my hand to my mouth
To check for splinters
Enjoy your rainy cookouts, celebrators of Memorial Day, I'm fucking grounded. Motherfucker. I'm still, to this exact moment, insanely pissed. I'm grounded for arguing with my parents about how they should explain their decisions that effect me (ie out of no where deciding that I'm not allowed to be places or do certain things) or I'll just see them as abritrary power plays (which they are) and be forced to diregard them. It turned into a fight about independence, about personhood, about my right to know exactly what's going on in my life and effect it how I see fit. Fighting is never a good idea, with them. They just don't believe that I'm a person, capable of making most of my own decisions. Or something. Respect, it's really all I'm asking for. Either that, or open/honest/well reasoned explanations. Motherfucker, I'm so pissed. If this even remotely begins to hinder my seeing of Modest Mouse, then minor discrepancies are the last thing they have to worry about. If things get crazy, I'm packing my shit.
No, no I wouldn't. That'd be lame. It wouldn't teach anyone anything. It'd be bad. The only definite consequences, as of yet are: grounded - whatever that means in this case, no staying over at other people's houses, and fuckit I don't care to type anymore about this shit. There'll be other things, there always are. Hopefully, for selfish little me, they won't follow through.
Sorry for complaining, I know I have nothing to complain about it. I'm just misdirecting anger that I'm so stupidstupidstupidstupidstupid. I deserve what I get, likely. Fuck. Fuck Fuck Stupid.
Yesterday was the one year anniversary of the loosing of my virginity. I had a wonderful time yesterday, thank's to everyone. Especially Noah. And those who gave me food and made me watch movies about drag queens. I am etenrnaly in your debt. Thank you, everyone. Especially Noah. I love you.
This is so lame. I'm so priced. I've got two cigarettes to last me thorugh what may or may not be totaly suckville. If anyone, not Susanne, feels like buying me an early birthday persent, I hereby promise to stop (or drasticlly decrease) all mooching. And get money and throw some sort of thank-you party.
I fail. Really, I really really do fail.
I woke and brought my hand to my mouth
To check for splinters
Enjoy your rainy cookouts, celebrators of Memorial Day, I'm fucking grounded. Motherfucker. I'm still, to this exact moment, insanely pissed. I'm grounded for arguing with my parents about how they should explain their decisions that effect me (ie out of no where deciding that I'm not allowed to be places or do certain things) or I'll just see them as abritrary power plays (which they are) and be forced to diregard them. It turned into a fight about independence, about personhood, about my right to know exactly what's going on in my life and effect it how I see fit. Fighting is never a good idea, with them. They just don't believe that I'm a person, capable of making most of my own decisions. Or something. Respect, it's really all I'm asking for. Either that, or open/honest/well reasoned explanations. Motherfucker, I'm so pissed. If this even remotely begins to hinder my seeing of Modest Mouse, then minor discrepancies are the last thing they have to worry about. If things get crazy, I'm packing my shit.
No, no I wouldn't. That'd be lame. It wouldn't teach anyone anything. It'd be bad. The only definite consequences, as of yet are: grounded - whatever that means in this case, no staying over at other people's houses, and fuckit I don't care to type anymore about this shit. There'll be other things, there always are. Hopefully, for selfish little me, they won't follow through.
Sorry for complaining, I know I have nothing to complain about it. I'm just misdirecting anger that I'm so stupidstupidstupidstupidstupid. I deserve what I get, likely. Fuck. Fuck Fuck Stupid.
Yesterday was the one year anniversary of the loosing of my virginity. I had a wonderful time yesterday, thank's to everyone. Especially Noah. And those who gave me food and made me watch movies about drag queens. I am etenrnaly in your debt. Thank you, everyone. Especially Noah. I love you.
This is so lame. I'm so priced. I've got two cigarettes to last me thorugh what may or may not be totaly suckville. If anyone, not Susanne, feels like buying me an early birthday persent, I hereby promise to stop (or drasticlly decrease) all mooching. And get money and throw some sort of thank-you party.
I fail. Really, I really really do fail.