When Mary holds yer hand, ya feel so grand
Okay, so just to recap: I AM the one who accidentally discovered some time ago a maryjane stash in my dad's eyeglasses case-...not that I didn't kinda get the subtle impression he would do something like that anyway...and has not said anything, or even touched a pinch of his stuff in secret, just out of wariness and cos I just am not into doing pot all that much...
...but I AM ALSO the one now being accused genuinely by my wackadoo mom of being a drug dealer. I don't know much about being a dealer,(or about doing ANY serious illegal stuff in general on account I am an utter worry-wart and a pansy and any pal of mine would tell you I am the first person to go all Chucky from a Rugrats episode on everyone's asses and say "Uhhh, I dunno if this IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA YOU GUYYYYS..." If my friends started to steal lots of money or do heavy drugs depending on the scenario I'd probably be either the first one to actually snitch to grownup people or just quietly chicken out and leave them be.) But frankly the entire idea seems like the wrong strategy to me, don't you?? I mean, I WORK IN A PHARMACY and behind a cash register for gods sake. If I WANTED to be involved in the drug world, doubt I really would need my mother for any help, don't you think?? And all cos I called her just a little bit late at night regarding my bonds I should get for paying my tuition, something which i asked for months in advance and now have to battle for at the last minute, and only called up for b/c she keeps ignoring it and I wanted tp hock and annoy her cos thats the only way it stays in her memory, I also wanted her and dad to talk to sort out just what the hell the bonds truly were worth for or if I am allowed to use them even, cos nobody seems to have the same story at all, I just wanted all that out of the way or an agreement they'd communicate about it the next morning, cos thats the only way to get them to speak to one another is to get them into an argument with each other.
Sheesh So much fucking pointless drama, and its mainly my fault. I just ruin everything and frustrate everybody somehow, without even trying.
...but I AM ALSO the one now being accused genuinely by my wackadoo mom of being a drug dealer. I don't know much about being a dealer,(or about doing ANY serious illegal stuff in general on account I am an utter worry-wart and a pansy and any pal of mine would tell you I am the first person to go all Chucky from a Rugrats episode on everyone's asses and say "Uhhh, I dunno if this IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA YOU GUYYYYS..." If my friends started to steal lots of money or do heavy drugs depending on the scenario I'd probably be either the first one to actually snitch to grownup people or just quietly chicken out and leave them be.) But frankly the entire idea seems like the wrong strategy to me, don't you?? I mean, I WORK IN A PHARMACY and behind a cash register for gods sake. If I WANTED to be involved in the drug world, doubt I really would need my mother for any help, don't you think?? And all cos I called her just a little bit late at night regarding my bonds I should get for paying my tuition, something which i asked for months in advance and now have to battle for at the last minute, and only called up for b/c she keeps ignoring it and I wanted tp hock and annoy her cos thats the only way it stays in her memory, I also wanted her and dad to talk to sort out just what the hell the bonds truly were worth for or if I am allowed to use them even, cos nobody seems to have the same story at all, I just wanted all that out of the way or an agreement they'd communicate about it the next morning, cos thats the only way to get them to speak to one another is to get them into an argument with each other.
Sheesh So much fucking pointless drama, and its mainly my fault. I just ruin everything and frustrate everybody somehow, without even trying.