September 2011
I took a nap when I got home. When I woke up, I found my mother stomping around the house, and she told me to go get the groceries out of the car while she got on the computer. After I did that, I started putting them away, and then I went back to lay down, because she was being rude. So then I start texting my ex step dad about tattoos and stuff, because he’s covered in them and knows a lot of artists around the world, and got some advice from him and told him my ideas and what not. Then he called me, and I pace when I’m on the phone, so I started walking around the house. Mom asked me who I was on the phone with, and I told her, then she told me to ask him if he had money for the phone bill. Then she saw that I was having a more interesting conversation that was actually making me smile, and stomped off again. I hung up, then went back to my room. I heard the door close, and my mom left without saying bye. I knew where she was going, because she told me this morning, but you still say goodbye to the people you live with. Then, I walked into the living room to find that she put a bunch of my shit in the middle of the floor, and the dogs were laying on it. She calls me about 5 minutes later and tells me to have the house cleaned before she gets home, and when I text her to ask if she was having fun and when to expect her, she doesn’t respond.
I can’t wait to get out of here.
I can’t wait for Ginger to get all of her shit out of my room at Dad’s. Then I can start designing it how I’d like. And I won’t give a fuck about anyone else’s opinion in that house.
