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foi_nefasteI'm venting. If this offends you, skip the fucking post, will ya?
I am so fucking tired of living with my mother. The woman drives me up the wall. She treats me like a freaking child, and I won't stand for it.
She wanders into the house, 3 hours before she usually gets home. Naturally, she takes the opportunity to criticize the state of my clothes and makeup (I live 45 minutes from the nearest city. The only ones who'll see me today are the neighbor's cows, if them. There is no way I am dressing nicely, and I never wear makeup.)
Then, she sees who I've been on the phone with (I fucking hate phones which tell you that) and pitched a fit, because, apparently, profs shouldn't be friends once you've done college, especially if they're older than you are. I really don't see why not, especially since we're interested in the same things, and we've been trading books back and forth for the past two years, and I'm going to do my B.A. in their field of study. Apparently, though, since they're men, mom's afraid that they'll fucking rape me. Fat bloody chance, since both them and I are gay. I told her that, but, no, nothing gets through.
Bitch.
And, now, she's trying to set me up with a guy. Not gonna bloody work, I tell you. I've told her I'm gay, but, no, nothing gets through her thick head. If she's got one, which, at the moment, I bloody well doubt.
(There. I'm all vented out. Good. Thanks for listening.)
I am so fucking tired of living with my mother. The woman drives me up the wall. She treats me like a freaking child, and I won't stand for it.
She wanders into the house, 3 hours before she usually gets home. Naturally, she takes the opportunity to criticize the state of my clothes and makeup (I live 45 minutes from the nearest city. The only ones who'll see me today are the neighbor's cows, if them. There is no way I am dressing nicely, and I never wear makeup.)
Then, she sees who I've been on the phone with (I fucking hate phones which tell you that) and pitched a fit, because, apparently, profs shouldn't be friends once you've done college, especially if they're older than you are. I really don't see why not, especially since we're interested in the same things, and we've been trading books back and forth for the past two years, and I'm going to do my B.A. in their field of study. Apparently, though, since they're men, mom's afraid that they'll fucking rape me. Fat bloody chance, since both them and I are gay. I told her that, but, no, nothing gets through.
Bitch.
And, now, she's trying to set me up with a guy. Not gonna bloody work, I tell you. I've told her I'm gay, but, no, nothing gets through her thick head. If she's got one, which, at the moment, I bloody well doubt.
(There. I'm all vented out. Good. Thanks for listening.)
