So Ive been up all night, sick... with some sort of stomach flu or food poisoning.. i'm not sure.. I'll spare you the details 
So I call my friend Erinn to cover for me, then call my Dad (cuz he owns the place I manage) and the other girl I work with, to tell them I'm not coming in...
2 minutes later.. my phone rings, its my father, screaming his fool head off at me... like... I had to hold the phone away from my ear, and could still hear him... telling me I need to take some meds, tough it out, and go to work.... which is normally what I'd do... but... for christ sakes.. Ive been sleeping on my bathroom floor.. I've probably lost 10 lbs just through the fuckin night... not to mention I worked 70 fuckin hours last week.. SEVENTY! and I dont get overtime, and I'm not paid by the hour...
So after the horrible week, and weekend I had last week...this ones not off to a very good start, either... on the plus side... if I stay sick like this for another day... i'll lose some weight...... I hate being sick... and home all alone... someone bring me ginger ale n saltines.. thats what mommy always fed me as a kid... thats my comfort food...
so in my last post I had a list of things i needed from you guys... well... lets upate it...
this is what I need from you...
1. Love love love
2. Company
3. A roommate and an apartment
4. Something fun to do on my Bday
X5. A date to my cousins wedding-got one, my good friend an piercer is coming with me.. bleach blonde mohawk and eyemake up.. that'll please my family
6. Someone to road trip to PA with me
7. Someone to beat up my dad
8. saltines n ginger ale
9. i dont know anymore..just fuckin help me..
and again if none of the above is possible...
large quantities of rum, xanax, and valium will do...
edited to add:
as I finished writing this... my phone rang again... it was, of course, my father... I didnt answer... and theres a message, that was so long, my voicemail cut it off.. of him screaming, again.... this is what he does... this will go on all day... and if I answer.. he'll hang up... and he'll call back until he gets my voicemail, and he'll leave messages for hours... an hours... someone just fucking shoot me.. now.... please? DO It! NOW!!!
the man's gone mad... its now 7pm... and Ive gotten 9emails.. and 10 voicemails.... he needs to die...
So I call my friend Erinn to cover for me, then call my Dad (cuz he owns the place I manage) and the other girl I work with, to tell them I'm not coming in...
2 minutes later.. my phone rings, its my father, screaming his fool head off at me... like... I had to hold the phone away from my ear, and could still hear him... telling me I need to take some meds, tough it out, and go to work.... which is normally what I'd do... but... for christ sakes.. Ive been sleeping on my bathroom floor.. I've probably lost 10 lbs just through the fuckin night... not to mention I worked 70 fuckin hours last week.. SEVENTY! and I dont get overtime, and I'm not paid by the hour...
So after the horrible week, and weekend I had last week...this ones not off to a very good start, either... on the plus side... if I stay sick like this for another day... i'll lose some weight...... I hate being sick... and home all alone... someone bring me ginger ale n saltines.. thats what mommy always fed me as a kid... thats my comfort food...
so in my last post I had a list of things i needed from you guys... well... lets upate it...
this is what I need from you...
1. Love love love
2. Company
3. A roommate and an apartment
4. Something fun to do on my Bday
X5. A date to my cousins wedding-got one, my good friend an piercer is coming with me.. bleach blonde mohawk and eyemake up.. that'll please my family
6. Someone to road trip to PA with me
7. Someone to beat up my dad
8. saltines n ginger ale
9. i dont know anymore..just fuckin help me..
and again if none of the above is possible...
large quantities of rum, xanax, and valium will do...
edited to add:
as I finished writing this... my phone rang again... it was, of course, my father... I didnt answer... and theres a message, that was so long, my voicemail cut it off.. of him screaming, again.... this is what he does... this will go on all day... and if I answer.. he'll hang up... and he'll call back until he gets my voicemail, and he'll leave messages for hours... an hours... someone just fucking shoot me.. now.... please? DO It! NOW!!!
the man's gone mad... its now 7pm... and Ive gotten 9emails.. and 10 voicemails.... he needs to die...
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joenobody:
hi streetmuse how are ya? i thought i should say hi because kittie wants me to meet her in boston when she goes out to visit you.
a_strange_treat:
That is outrageous and sad. No one should have to put up with that shit. Parents should comfort and protect. I know they don't all time; mine sure didn't. But that sucks. I try to be a comforter and protector for my daughters, anyway. It pisses me off when I hear of such things. A child, even a grown up one, is such a treasure. You deserve better than all of these things you have written. You should not be made to feel so sad and lonely. Wish I could make it better, for whatever that is worth.