so my birthday was a total disaster. one the recommendation of a friend i went to check out a friends band at the savannah room on college. except when i got there, no one was there, and the friend who had told me to come was stil 40 minutes away. so i bought cigarettes and waited (i dont smoke, so i had a huge nicotine headache after i had chainsmoked 3. it was dizzying nad nauseating. in retrospect, a very bad idea). then it turned out the bar had a back room, and there were people there, and i didnt actually like any of them because i had made out with one of them at a party. the inviting friend finally showed, we all got drunk, and had a pillow fight at the delta chelsea. sounds great except for the fact i lost a spacer, sprained my foot, and then my bank held my money on sunday for some retarded reason, and i didnt have enough money to get home after i bought myself lunch at king's cafe in kensington. dont eat the steamed dumplings, they taste like shit, and their veggie tempura is way too oily. but a friend lent me $5 andi was able to get home. even though it was my birthday, he still wants his $5. thanks a lot, fucker.
oh, and then when i got home, instead of the happy birthday reception i had anticipated, i get told to hurry up and get dressed because we're having family over. family who, for some reason during the planning of said dinner (of which there was nothing i could eat except steamed asparagus. ew), were not informed that they were coming to my home on the day i was fucking born.
so im a little furious. my mom and i have been fighting about this for days. and she keeps saying 'they alwasy forget birthdays, and its not like they ever give cards.' oh right, of course thats the reason im upset. because of a piece of fucking paper with a lame ass poem and some ugly graphic that i didnt receive.
idiot. THIS IS NOT ABOUT A FUCKING BIRTHDAY CARD!
i feel like a fucking teenager because her only retaliating point after i have argued her into a corner is to kick me out. so i have no place to live because she can't admit that she was unfair and insensitive. yay! and you know, its not as if this does anything to alleviate any of the anger or sadness i have towards her.
ugh. i wish i was in BC now so i could just pretend that she doesnt fucking exist.
oh, and then when i got home, instead of the happy birthday reception i had anticipated, i get told to hurry up and get dressed because we're having family over. family who, for some reason during the planning of said dinner (of which there was nothing i could eat except steamed asparagus. ew), were not informed that they were coming to my home on the day i was fucking born.
so im a little furious. my mom and i have been fighting about this for days. and she keeps saying 'they alwasy forget birthdays, and its not like they ever give cards.' oh right, of course thats the reason im upset. because of a piece of fucking paper with a lame ass poem and some ugly graphic that i didnt receive.
idiot. THIS IS NOT ABOUT A FUCKING BIRTHDAY CARD!
i feel like a fucking teenager because her only retaliating point after i have argued her into a corner is to kick me out. so i have no place to live because she can't admit that she was unfair and insensitive. yay! and you know, its not as if this does anything to alleviate any of the anger or sadness i have towards her.
ugh. i wish i was in BC now so i could just pretend that she doesnt fucking exist.
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maligne:
Awww. What are you doing new years?
maligne:
Can't wait to see your tattoo! LOOOOOVVVEEEE Halloween so I know I'll luv it! Hang out SOON lady!!!