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So, I got kicked out of the house today.
After a ridiculous fight with my mother over alcohol (my sister was making drinks, offered me one, my mother blew up, despite my age), which led to a bigger argument over all the things I have not argued with my mother about this summer, my mother finally told me to leave my phone, and the aztec (the car they bought me three years ago, which of course, is still under their name because my mother kept putting off signing it over, just so she could hold it over my head) and that she was through with me and I was on my own.
I called my cousin, grabbed my computer and left.
Now, here I am, having just showered with itchy generic soup, brushed my teeth with a baby toothbrush, and, thanks to the fact that I was in my swim suit when the argument took place, in my cousin's clothes. Including--you'll all be dying to know--her underwear. At least it was a pair she had never worn.
Still, you know you day has gone to shit when you are wearing somebody else's blue, frilly underwear. Underwear that has the word's "Bride to Be" written on the butt.
I've been getting calls on my cousin's phone from like, my whole family, and apparently my mom has completely destroyed my room--like torn up my artwork, knocked my book shelves and mirrors, pulled all the clothes from my dressers and ripped the mattress from my bed--and is now planning on burning my belongings in the field. She also wants me to bring the computer back, since she knows its my most important possession, since it has around ten years of my writing and artwork on it.
Like that is going to happen.
God, I need sleep. And this started out as a really good day, too...
After a ridiculous fight with my mother over alcohol (my sister was making drinks, offered me one, my mother blew up, despite my age), which led to a bigger argument over all the things I have not argued with my mother about this summer, my mother finally told me to leave my phone, and the aztec (the car they bought me three years ago, which of course, is still under their name because my mother kept putting off signing it over, just so she could hold it over my head) and that she was through with me and I was on my own.
I called my cousin, grabbed my computer and left.
Now, here I am, having just showered with itchy generic soup, brushed my teeth with a baby toothbrush, and, thanks to the fact that I was in my swim suit when the argument took place, in my cousin's clothes. Including--you'll all be dying to know--her underwear. At least it was a pair she had never worn.
Still, you know you day has gone to shit when you are wearing somebody else's blue, frilly underwear. Underwear that has the word's "Bride to Be" written on the butt.
I've been getting calls on my cousin's phone from like, my whole family, and apparently my mom has completely destroyed my room--like torn up my artwork, knocked my book shelves and mirrors, pulled all the clothes from my dressers and ripped the mattress from my bed--and is now planning on burning my belongings in the field. She also wants me to bring the computer back, since she knows its my most important possession, since it has around ten years of my writing and artwork on it.
Like that is going to happen.
God, I need sleep. And this started out as a really good day, too...