Oh man
It's fucking sad that everytime I sign offline, I have to erase my history and temporary internet files and things so my Mom doesn't snoop through my personal business.
I don't look at porn [on the computer]. I don't do anything "bad" online. But she still fucking snoops through my files to see what I do. The only thing I do online is myspace and livejournal, and knowing my Mom, she'd throw a fit if she knew I had pictures of me and my friends online because in her mind "OMFG crazy creepy internet pervos can find out your number and address and will come and rape you, all by looking at a simple picture!" Yeah right. Once before AOL put color options on profiles, I was doing my Mom's profile online using codes. Because the code had the word "body" in it, she thought it meant porn *facepalm*.
It's pretty sad that she has to snoop on her 20 year old adult daughter. When will I ever be treated with respect?
On another note: my fucking cellphone might be dead now. Tonight I was at Jeff's house, in his bathroom putting on makeup and rummaging through my purse. While rummaging, my cellphone was pushed out of my purse and fell into his cat's water dish. It was completely covered with water. I yanked it out of the dish, screamed "FUCK!" and ran into his bedroom and wiped it off with his bedsheets. I started flipping the fuck out, mumbling obscenities under my breath while Jeff was saying, "Turn it off then take the battery out to see if it got water in it." I turned it off but it turned itself back on, then went completely dead. The semi-good part is that no water got in the battery. The bad part is that water soaked through the number keys so it won't turn on. I'm devastated in my own pathetic way because my life was on that piece of shit phone... I had almost 100 phone numbers, along with saved text messages that meant a great deal to me... plus wallpapers and ringtones and ringback tones I bought... geez. Jeff put my poor phone in front of his heater to let it dry out because hopefully if it dries out, it might work again. I'm not holding my hopes up though.
I'm ticked because I really don't have the money to replace it. I didn't have insurance on the phone AND if I buy a new phone, it will be out of contract so new phone + no insurance + out of contract = big bucks that I don't have. I called my Mom about it, shaking and practically crying. She calmed me down and said it would be taken care of. Hopefully that means she'll pay for most of it. *crosses fingers*
I don't look at porn [on the computer]. I don't do anything "bad" online. But she still fucking snoops through my files to see what I do. The only thing I do online is myspace and livejournal, and knowing my Mom, she'd throw a fit if she knew I had pictures of me and my friends online because in her mind "OMFG crazy creepy internet pervos can find out your number and address and will come and rape you, all by looking at a simple picture!" Yeah right. Once before AOL put color options on profiles, I was doing my Mom's profile online using codes. Because the code had the word "body" in it, she thought it meant porn *facepalm*.
It's pretty sad that she has to snoop on her 20 year old adult daughter. When will I ever be treated with respect?
On another note: my fucking cellphone might be dead now. Tonight I was at Jeff's house, in his bathroom putting on makeup and rummaging through my purse. While rummaging, my cellphone was pushed out of my purse and fell into his cat's water dish. It was completely covered with water. I yanked it out of the dish, screamed "FUCK!" and ran into his bedroom and wiped it off with his bedsheets. I started flipping the fuck out, mumbling obscenities under my breath while Jeff was saying, "Turn it off then take the battery out to see if it got water in it." I turned it off but it turned itself back on, then went completely dead. The semi-good part is that no water got in the battery. The bad part is that water soaked through the number keys so it won't turn on. I'm devastated in my own pathetic way because my life was on that piece of shit phone... I had almost 100 phone numbers, along with saved text messages that meant a great deal to me... plus wallpapers and ringtones and ringback tones I bought... geez. Jeff put my poor phone in front of his heater to let it dry out because hopefully if it dries out, it might work again. I'm not holding my hopes up though.
I'm ticked because I really don't have the money to replace it. I didn't have insurance on the phone AND if I buy a new phone, it will be out of contract so new phone + no insurance + out of contract = big bucks that I don't have. I called my Mom about it, shaking and practically crying. She calmed me down and said it would be taken care of. Hopefully that means she'll pay for most of it. *crosses fingers*