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| Current music: | mOBSCENE by Marilyn Manson |
Come All Ye Gnomes
Blar. I got up at 8am again today. I hate these early days. So...Long.
My dad called last night. He wanted to know how I was, and what I wanted for Xmas. In the end- we decided it was best he just send money. Least he didn't threaten to kill me this time.
And, I made some excuse up about why I hadn't contacted him sooner. "Oh, well I started homeschooling, and I've been ever so busy, Daddy..." lmfao.
I haven't even started homeschooling, yet. They're still fighting over who's gonna pay for it. Won't be me, though. I have a note! *brandishes Doctor's note* Gwahahahahahahaha...!
Talking to dad reminded me about all the other people in Toronto I still haven't called. All my friends probably think I'm dead- I just took off without saying anything. I say I'll call them- but, you know I won't.
In fact, the only person from TO I have called is Scott. And, only like three times. And, once was to freak him out, so it doesn't count.
Oh well. Maybe letting them think I'm dead is a good idea. Then, I don't hafta listen to them yell for not calling sooner. Yeah, I'll go with that.
Oh, yeah. That Gary kid figured out who I am. Now, I can't fuck with him...Or can I? Maybe I'll tell him a buncha made up shit, and see how fast it gets back to me. Could be fun. "I heard you were in a mental institution from '95-'98?" Actually- that one's true. ;)
We just had a shower installed after 4 years, yesterday. We only had a claw foot bathtub before that. Man, I'm gonna go take, like, a 6 hour shower.
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