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Oct 07, 2004 19:17

I hate that woman so much. So. Much. This morning, she wouldn't get her fat ass out of the bathroom, so she told me to go to Dad's bathroom. Which happens to be a disgusting unclean place. As I go down the stairs, I state this. So when I come back up, she tells me, "You have no right to say that Daddy's bathroom is disgusting when your room ( Read more... )

poem, mom, parental rant

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clueless1der October 7 2004, 16:26:13 UTC
*hug*... this blows like none other meg.... awesome poem... very strong emotion....
very well written...
i've heard all the same things.... i know how you feel...

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queen_foraday October 7 2004, 16:34:46 UTC
Thanks :) I just tell myself that I only have one more year... not even that. Then: Freedom! Yay!

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terrorcandy October 7 2004, 16:37:02 UTC
Now, I know that this'll probably just be gross-sounding to you, but.

If you really want to go to Homecoming?

Suck up to her. It just might work. 'S worth a shot, anyhow.

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queen_foraday October 8 2004, 04:35:16 UTC
Yeah, I plan in crying and whining and saying, "But mooooommmmm it's my last hoooomecoming waaaaah." It might work.

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