i truly believe that god has a vendetta against me lately and is trying to make my life as uncomfortable as possible.
this guy at work who made me cry last week is at it again. he already pissed me off at least 3 times this morning and i've only been here for an hour and a half.
to top it off, i got an email from my grandmother today yelling at me for not seeing them this weekend. oh, i'm sorry that i was doing something literally the entire time i was there, which was less than 24 hours. i'm sorry my life doesn't revolve around you. yelling at me does not exactly make me feel like running over to see you, either.
my family is the king/queen of emotional abuse and trauma. i can't believe i've survived this long and remained basically intact. i do have my problems. but i'm not insane like my mother.
something that pissed me off royally was that my mom and grandma were apparently having a discussion one day about how much they hate my apartment. my sister told me that. i was extremely angry. mostly because each time they go there they rave about how great it is. screw off, a-holes.
on friday evening, half an hour after my sister graduated, and right before she was going to her senior party, my mom began interrogating her about some money she gave her to buy some storage bins. she yelled at her for buying the wrong bins, and forced her to give all the money back, even though she had bought the bins already, so she had to give her some of her own money. my sister was almost crying. i hated my mom at that moment. and at many other moments. actually, most of my life.
rant done. for now.
1 comment:
People are weird. That thing about your mom and grandma talking bad about your apartment reminds me of that thing in the movie Mean Girls when the "mean girl" compliments Linsay Lohan's bracelet, when really she thinks its ugly.
I really do like your apartment, Liz. I think it seemed like you really did your research on finding a good place that was close to your work. You also have cool decorations and stuff. I love that chair you decoupaged. And don't worry, I won't go gossip to my queen bee posse to tell them I don't actually like it...
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