date: december 3, 2000
time: 4:54 p.m.
listening to: nothing
talking to: chrissy and meg
feeling: wiped out
wearing: blue and white pajama pants and def leppard shirt.
god, what an awful day.
i want the beatles number one songs cd.
is it bad that it's only five o'clock and i want to go to bed?
anyway. i woke up at a little past ten today... my mom was nowhere to be found. no note either. i thought maybe she went to church because she was talking about an "alternative" church last night. or out to coffee. eleven thirty rolls around, still no mom. she would have been back by then. finally, at like, one o'clock, she calls. asks me what i want for dinner. i'm like, "i don't know." keeps harassing me about it, and we get in a fight. yes. over food. she comes home and slams into my room and demands to know "what's wrong with [me]."
no, couldn't be something wrong with HER, now could there? oh noooo. cause everyone around her is fucked up, people, and she's completely 100 fucking percent sane. it's just everyone else.
so we got in a huge screaming crying fight cause she's a bitch and thinks it's okay to condemn me for my friends (online is the main issue), when she doesn't even have any.
here's the kicker, people.
she wants me to take zoloft. ohhh yeah. and ooh, even zoloft that's NOT FUCKING PRESCRIBED TO ME! sounds brilliant.
so i called nevia and made a fool of myself crying. but it's okay cause she loves me and we cry to each other on the phone. that's what people who love each other do when they don't feel so sweet. and she cheered me up and made me laugh.
i loooove you, neviiiieee.
i got all my friend's christmas shopping done. i went to the mall yesterday and finished. so i just gotta wrap them and send them out. and then get my mom and dad's gifts. so.
that's it. bye and stuff.