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requialexa) wrote2011-09-14 09:41 pm
requialexa) wrote2011-09-14 09:41 pm
ranting of a lunatic
Please pray for my mom's dog to die soon. He's like 20 and can't remember he's supposed to poop outside and the pair of them live in the house I am responsible for and I don't feel comfy throwing either of them out. I HATE THAT DOG WITH MY WHOLE SOUL. He was fine til he got old. No...wait. He used to jump the fence and run around the neighborhood. I don't know how we didn't get sued. He's not mean at all, just really stupid and soft. I hate him anyway.
What I hate even more is that I seem to be unable to handle it like a grown up. I go off like a fucking 3 year old on steroids, screaming and kicking things. Which would be fine, but I'm modeling this behavior for my offspring. No wonder I only have two! That was too many, I'm sure! Thank goodness they're boys and fairly well adjusted so far. Because this gd dog is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to my mother. The hoarder. Yes, she's nice, yes she loves me, yes hoarding is a sickness. Ok. But if I want that room clean, guess whose problem it is? Go back and study that sentence....yes..."I" want that room clean. So yes, it is indeed my job to clean my mother's room. Because the poor, helpless old lady can't do it. Never mind she works full time. Oh well. I wonder. You know, I bet if I had to support her financially I'd be losing my shit over that instead. At least she supports herself (aside from most living expenses, of course. She makes no financial contribution to the household aside from hoarding groceries and showering my overweight son with junk food).
So aside from that, I have a young friend (well, my son's friend?) on FB who is trying to raise money for concert tix by doing commissions of chibis. So I has one, well, two.
One without the tattoo:
And one with:
I shall cuddle them close and try to get calm and carry on. Glad I didn't break my toe kicking that planter. That would have been humiliating.
What I hate even more is that I seem to be unable to handle it like a grown up. I go off like a fucking 3 year old on steroids, screaming and kicking things. Which would be fine, but I'm modeling this behavior for my offspring. No wonder I only have two! That was too many, I'm sure! Thank goodness they're boys and fairly well adjusted so far. Because this gd dog is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to my mother. The hoarder. Yes, she's nice, yes she loves me, yes hoarding is a sickness. Ok. But if I want that room clean, guess whose problem it is? Go back and study that sentence....yes..."I" want that room clean. So yes, it is indeed my job to clean my mother's room. Because the poor, helpless old lady can't do it. Never mind she works full time. Oh well. I wonder. You know, I bet if I had to support her financially I'd be losing my shit over that instead. At least she supports herself (aside from most living expenses, of course. She makes no financial contribution to the household aside from hoarding groceries and showering my overweight son with junk food).
So aside from that, I have a young friend (well, my son's friend?) on FB who is trying to raise money for concert tix by doing commissions of chibis. So I has one, well, two.
One without the tattoo:
And one with:
I shall cuddle them close and try to get calm and carry on. Glad I didn't break my toe kicking that planter. That would have been humiliating.