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so yeah.
i'ma talk about my two boys again.
i've been talking to danny everyday, and usually for about 3 hours, though alot of it's txting because he's at work. but we talk alot when we're in the gym.
god, i love this boy. and i don't mean it like "omgz, i know he's like the one" love that everygirl in my school seems to find after they date a guy for like a week, but it's just that we agree on everything, except drugs and the yankees and red sox [he hates people that do drugs, some of my best friends are druggies, he like the red sox, and i like the yakees. but not as much as i used to.]
but we don't make a big deal over it. like, i told him that i've done drugs, and he was just like "well, i don't do them". which is kinda cool, because alot of people like to try and talk you out of doing it, anf idk, it was just a nice change to have someone not.
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matty is the sweetest boy in the world, because unlike alot of people lately, he'll actually talk about danny. everyone i know seems to think that he's much to old for me, and i should head for the hills. frankly, i grew up with parents 30 years apart. age isn't, and never will be an issue.
basically the woman is fucking physco. now, i know you're probably thinking, 'well, yeah, my mom was a tad out there too.' 'you'll grow out of it.' or whatever else may come to mind, but the woman has fucking lost it.
i got yelled at tonight, for the first time anyway, because i didn't set up dinner properly i left the cheese in the fridge because she and my father had no intention of comming in the house anytime soon. i cut what was to be cut, but not small enough. i didn't pour something out. catch my drift? so because of that, i get sent to my room, and told i'm not going to eat dinner. not that i really give a flying fuck anyway, because i used to be anorexic and bulimic, and revert back to it at times. so i went into my room. then my dad made the mistake of trying to explain to her what i had tried to explain to her. they started fighting. eventually, my mother comes in, and says that i should regard her as ma'am, and that i need to come out of my room and join my faimly. so i told her i was more than happy to... ma'am. she left me alone.
so then we're watching the sopranos on dvd. basically, the father hits his kid. the mom yells. my mother goes off on a tangent about how "the only way for your kids to grow up right is when you beat the shit out of them" [she uses this policy on me all the time. if you come up behind me, chances are, ill flinch. she comes near me, i flinch. it's second nature.] [i get in trouble for flinching too] so i say that you shouldn't hit your kids. she gets mad. i say it was my opinion. she says i have no opinion, and gets up in my face. i flinch. she tells me that she'll beat the shit out of me if i fuck up. ever. no questions asked.
i don't say anything, and we resume watching the show.
then, i get up to drink a bottle of water, which is something i do about 3 or 4 times a night. she yells about the great life she's giving me, and how i know shit. how i "have never fucking had fucking tap water in my spolied little life." i go and get my self a nice big glass of tap water and drink it.
i get yelled at for being a smart ass.
now i know some of you are thinking something along the lines of 'she was just stressed' 'she had a bad day at work' but it's like this all the fucking time, my dad can't do alot, because he just can't control her.
i'm the one acting immature when she has temper tantrums and goes around screaming at the top of her lungs and slamming doors and throwing things.
i seriously think this woman needs mental help.
i'm tired now, probably because i haven't really eaten, or kept food down for that matter, and my sleeping pill is working, so i'm going to go to bed.
i have to meet danny at the gym tomorrow, and idk what we're going to do, but something tells me it's gonna be fun.
night all :]
i'ma talk about my two boys again.
i've been talking to danny everyday, and usually for about 3 hours, though alot of it's txting because he's at work. but we talk alot when we're in the gym.
god, i love this boy. and i don't mean it like "omgz, i know he's like the one" love that everygirl in my school seems to find after they date a guy for like a week, but it's just that we agree on everything, except drugs and the yankees and red sox [he hates people that do drugs, some of my best friends are druggies, he like the red sox, and i like the yakees. but not as much as i used to.]
but we don't make a big deal over it. like, i told him that i've done drugs, and he was just like "well, i don't do them". which is kinda cool, because alot of people like to try and talk you out of doing it, anf idk, it was just a nice change to have someone not.
&+
matty is the sweetest boy in the world, because unlike alot of people lately, he'll actually talk about danny. everyone i know seems to think that he's much to old for me, and i should head for the hills. frankly, i grew up with parents 30 years apart. age isn't, and never will be an issue.
basically the woman is fucking physco. now, i know you're probably thinking, 'well, yeah, my mom was a tad out there too.' 'you'll grow out of it.' or whatever else may come to mind, but the woman has fucking lost it.
i got yelled at tonight, for the first time anyway, because i didn't set up dinner properly i left the cheese in the fridge because she and my father had no intention of comming in the house anytime soon. i cut what was to be cut, but not small enough. i didn't pour something out. catch my drift? so because of that, i get sent to my room, and told i'm not going to eat dinner. not that i really give a flying fuck anyway, because i used to be anorexic and bulimic, and revert back to it at times. so i went into my room. then my dad made the mistake of trying to explain to her what i had tried to explain to her. they started fighting. eventually, my mother comes in, and says that i should regard her as ma'am, and that i need to come out of my room and join my faimly. so i told her i was more than happy to... ma'am. she left me alone.
so then we're watching the sopranos on dvd. basically, the father hits his kid. the mom yells. my mother goes off on a tangent about how "the only way for your kids to grow up right is when you beat the shit out of them" [she uses this policy on me all the time. if you come up behind me, chances are, ill flinch. she comes near me, i flinch. it's second nature.] [i get in trouble for flinching too] so i say that you shouldn't hit your kids. she gets mad. i say it was my opinion. she says i have no opinion, and gets up in my face. i flinch. she tells me that she'll beat the shit out of me if i fuck up. ever. no questions asked.
i don't say anything, and we resume watching the show.
then, i get up to drink a bottle of water, which is something i do about 3 or 4 times a night. she yells about the great life she's giving me, and how i know shit. how i "have never fucking had fucking tap water in my spolied little life." i go and get my self a nice big glass of tap water and drink it.
i get yelled at for being a smart ass.
now i know some of you are thinking something along the lines of 'she was just stressed' 'she had a bad day at work' but it's like this all the fucking time, my dad can't do alot, because he just can't control her.
i'm the one acting immature when she has temper tantrums and goes around screaming at the top of her lungs and slamming doors and throwing things.
i seriously think this woman needs mental help.
i'm tired now, probably because i haven't really eaten, or kept food down for that matter, and my sleeping pill is working, so i'm going to go to bed.
i have to meet danny at the gym tomorrow, and idk what we're going to do, but something tells me it's gonna be fun.
night all :]