Well Mumsie Dearest is away. How sad. How sad it is that she has to eventually come home. Sorry, I guess I shouldn't say that. It's not that I don't love her, I just can't stand her. I don't even know how much I can even get into right now. There's just not enough time in the day, the night, this life altogether needs to slow down and give me more time.
For starters I'm here alone with my twenty year old, passive aggressive, hallucinogen obsessed, asshole brother. If he's not here begging for money, showering, or sleeping with his seventeen year old GF, he's off doing who knows what ans shuts down communication. He has no regard for the wa others may feel, I worry he's hurt.
I can't even get into the details. my mom bought this stupid car I didn't want her to buy. I said it was a scam. But she never listens to me. So she buys this jalopy b/c this fat greasy schemer tells her she's beautiful. The car I picked, the guy didn't flirt with her. OMG he was professional. So out with him and now I'm driving this fricken death trap. Literally. Anti-freeze is blowing right at my face every time I turn the heat on.
Only positive: hot new mechanic, will keep posted,
VV is the shit
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4 comments:
I know what you mean; there never seems to be enough time, there's always something or someone hurrying you along, rushing you to some extent, taking up valuable head space. It sounds like you need some space from the constant, and, not to have to ask for it.
I hope you get your respite
x
I nearly missed this post and don't know how.
Hope things go better for you and the car gets fixed - sounds like it needs a new rad or core.
Breath deep and blast some great music.
Good luck with the mechanic. Laugh. Hang in there. You are loved.
SB
Happy Thanksgiving, Nellie!
Love you,
SB
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