I just went downstairs, and my mom's all, "Hi, Sweetie!"
...Bwa? My mom, who greets any minor after the hour of 9:00 with "GET UPSTAIRS!!!!" just calmly greeted me at 11:15? Is she high?

I started writing this post to talk about something completely different: Today's rehearsal.

It started off horrid. Jo and Laurie showed up on time, so we worked on ( Read more... )

My mother is crazy. I need to get out of the house.
I can never do anything right. I'm the fucking oldest, and therefore must be perfect.
"Oh, I never said perfect." No, but if my home participation is anything short of, I get the riot act.

My mother has this EXTREMELY IRRITATING HABIT of dragging stupid things into a conversation, even when they have ( Read more... )

Somebody stop me from hitchhiking to Jerusalem, and burning down the ministry of "ejucashun." It does things to peoples' minds. I saw it today, firsthand ( Read more... )

I don't know quite what I'm trying to express here, so if it's choppy or sommat, bear with me.

What I'm going to delve into here might seem bizarre to most people on my flist (unless you've already heard it from me), with the exception of
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Yes, I'm different. I'm not the perfect daughter who she wanted to mold, to follow in her footsteps. I dress differently. I talk differently. I'm not שומרת נגיעה. I'm bi, for God's sake!

I don't dress the way I do so that I can make impressions on people. If I'm wearing a Sweeney Todd shirt, it's because I like it, not because I want to scare ( Read more... )

*groan* My mother bought a coffee table book about the disengagement.
Yes, it was bad. No, harping a year later is unnecessary.
She's sort of like Adi, in the sense that they're both sure they're absolutely right. No matter what you say, if you have a different opinion, you must be wrong.

Last night was the first time I remember crying in a dream. I ( Read more... )

I went to a meeting with Rachel Factor this evening, about religious women and the performance arts ( Read more... )

My family is going out to the park.
I'm staying here in order to avoid my mom.
That's just really sad.

My parents are being completely irrational. "What do you mean that picture isn't good?!" Yes, can you believe it?? I actually want the photo on my first ID card to look semi-presentable! Crazy ( Read more... )

She's a certified fruitcake with fifteen personalities and outfits to match! Mom comes with cliche phrases such as, "Well, if all your friends jumped off a cliff, does that mean you have to?" and the ever-popular, "My Goodness, who knows where that's been?"

Yeah, that basically covers it. I actually want to go back to school.

Now, see, the thing about Shabbat is, I always end up thinking about the best things to write about...but I can't. I'm not allowed to pick up a pencil and paper until God decides to put three stars in the sky ( Read more... )