Real Friends Stab You In The Front

Mood: mooooody
Music: Outkast - Bombs Over Baghdad

Pepsi, when consumed warm and in conjunction with leftover vegetarian pizza, is able to induce SARS-like symptoms. I don't recommend it.

-INSERT VENT!-

I have once again entered into one of my infamous phases of shitty. It all started last night when there was talk of what everyone was doing this weekend. Word of an improv party arose. Word of someone that has absolutely nothing to do with improv being invited to the improv party arose. Visions of a person A and a person B engaged in the act of copulation* on the sober couch arose. I became pissy. Opinions were stated. Opinions went too far. There was block-age afoot. Then came the the tears. Then came The Mother. Then stayed The Mother. Then came the wandering the streets until midnight to keep The Mother at bay.
Sleep was terrible... eventually the sun rose. I did not. When I finally did haul my ass out of bed, I discovered that upon my decision to wander the streets instead of confide in her, The Mother had also become pissy. A comment along the lines of "You can't expect to hop on the mother-daughter bond-wagon after seventeen years of neither-here-nor-there parenting" was stated. Curse words were exchanged. Jake the Snake and I were given the assignment of making a list of all the ways The Mother has failed us as a parent, and I asked to make it "especially cutting and mean" to show it's from me.
...I think she expected me to give up and revoke my comment, but as of this moment I'm nearing the two-page mark.

Harsh?

If you think about all the times in my childhood that I yearned to spend time with her and she elected to preoccupy herself with a glass of wine and the latest issue of Chatelaine, it seems rather fitting - I learned to turn away from her, did I not? Besides, this is the person who has, for our entire lives, tried to find something wrong with us. First I was "deaf". Then I was "suicidal". Then I had "ADD". Then I was "on drugs". Apparently at the moment my brother is an obsessive-compulsive schitzophrenic.

...Give me a friggin' break.


*I did not actually envision "the act of copulation" because picturing those people naked would be just gross. And wrong. And I'm not necessarily saying they're 'oww I hurt my eyes' kind-of gross, it's more like an 'I can picture you just fine with your clothes on' kind-of gross. I just used that example to convey to you the feeling of vulgarity I have towards the whole incestuous, stab-you-in-the-back-betrayal-of-friendship-x2 sort of shenanigans. ...If you know what I mean.

-END VENT!-

Sooo... that's what's up with me.

But some good things about today include:
-I got a hug from an old friend, Lady Red.
-Nathan gave me a ride. ...As in he drove me home. In his car. He is now officially not annoying anymore! Yay for Nathan!
-I put makeup on Megs!
-Megs won a snooty award. They read the contents of her scholarship application in front of the entire congregation. She was embarrassed. It was funny.
-My kitty is officially not dieing anymore.

One more thing. Last night I had a dream that I broke into Blondie's house to watch TV in her basement. Her mom came home. We made salads together.
Yeah... I don't know either.