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Thursday, December 19th, 2002

Subject:Don't even bother...
Time:5:12 pm.
Mood: pissed off.
I had a horrid day at work.
I spent lunch shopping for gifts.
I spent 45 minutes in traffic to get home.
I get home, thankfully.
I am speaking with my mom about all the shit I still have to do and how I am pissed off because I have no money with which to do it.
So she says, "Well you should have money." and "Gee you sure spent alot ov money on your friends."
So I turn to the harpy, "Mom, I don't want to fight with you again today ok? I spent the entire day fighting with clients and I don't want to get home to an argument. I still have alot ov shit to do tonight too so I would rather not fucking fight, please."

And I walked away.

So let me say this once a little louder for you, Mother. I spent 2 years not speaking to you because you were a fucking controlling cunt. I came out ov this experience with the knowledge that you need me, and I don't need you. This time, if I walk out again - I will not be coming back. You will miss every important thing that could possibly happen in my life from here on in: graduation, marriage, grandchildren...

You may have created me, but I can recreate myself anytime I please.

Back the fuck down bitch, you aren't winning this round.
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Subject:I'm so drained I am tipsy after one light beer...
Time:8:47 pm.
Mood:CUNTY Why isn't this an option.
So yes. Christmas.

I basically just spent all my paycheck without having even received it. Delightful. I know I have been ranting alot but alot ov things seem abundantly clear to me right now.

Tara's 12 days ov BITCHMAS.

[It's worth reading, it will enlighten and entertain!]

1. I am mostly bitchy due to work and menstruation : the two things that plague me like syphilis. For some reason, this year seems particularly bad. There is nothing worse than dealing with a bitchy cunt on the phone when you are doubled over in agony because your cervix is contracting like web designer in the mid-90's.

because really, I am being annoying )
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