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| 01:00pm 29/04/2003 |
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Senior-fucking-water fight.
And I've decided to kill my mother.
Well, what happened is that I woke up to her, fucking screaming at the fucking top of her lungs.
"DID YOU FUCKING BREAK MY ORCHID!?"
"Um... No..."
"DON'T LIE, BITCH."
"I didn't." o.O
And it went on like that until I had to go.
"Auntie's taking you to your fitting. Take your fucking clothes."
"But, it's senior water fight day-"
"I DON'T FUCKING CARE WHAT DAY IT IS!" And she hit me.
"But, Mom, they put whipped cream, mustard, ketchup, shaving cream in everyone's locker, everywhere."
"Put your bag in Tree's office."
"They go in there too!"
She obviously ignored that sentence because she hit me again.
So, anyway, I got to school, and before lunch, I called up Cass.
"Cass, PLEASE bring me some dirty clothes..."
"NO. You think I'm going to drive all the fucking way there to bring you clothes!?"
"Umm... Nevermind. Sorry."
"If you get your hair all messy, you're in trouble."
And I hung up to go to class. But after lunch, after the water fight, I was covered from head to toe in shaving cream, whipped cream, and of course, water. And that was when I was hiding. I felt like shoving this in Cass's face, so I called her up, and screamed out, "IT'S YOUR FAULT!" That felt so fucking good, too. XD I lied to her to make her feel worse by saying my bag of expensive clothes was filled up with ketchup. That got her.
"YOU STUPID SHIT! You don't have the BRAINS to keep your stuff clean, you pig!"
"IT'S YOUR FAULT! I TOLD you it was senior water fight, and YOU wouldn't listen."
Apparently, Julie was at our house, listening to our conversation, because Cass immediately brought out the fake tears. "Julie, can you believe this? She's blaming me! I've been nothing but nice to my daughter... She's such a monster..."
This, of course pissed me off even more. "It IS your fault! You couldn't drive five miles to bring me some clothes!"
She came back, screaming at me. "How would that have helped your bag of clothes for the fitting!?"
"It WOULDN'T, but if YOU were actually taking me to the fitting, the bags would be in the car, nice and clean! You lazy fuck."
"HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO NOT DO THIS JOB!?"
"What, are you gonna make poor Auntie baby-sit me again because you're out drinking champagne with Julie? Or maybe you're at home, passed out on your bed with the tv on and the heater up to 88 degrees." Then I hung up. Because this is probably the thing that has made me the maddest person alive. No, of course she couldn't offer to pick me up early for a shower. I have all frees. Could she care less? Actually, no. I have taken up her precious time telling her what a sick fuck she is. |
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