hey...shit happens
Nov. 30th, 2006 10:17 amSo I've been dealing with this diarrhea since Sunday. Yesterday before I left for school, Mom bitches that she's out of cigarettes and she needs me to go pick some cheap ones up for her. I gave her a major bitching about how I'm not even dressed yet or washed up or anything, and she wants me to go get her cigarettes when I barely even have any gas in my tank. Not to mention it's going to throw off my whole getting-ready-for-the-day-schedule and I have to leave early because if I hit the road by exactly 8 AM, I have to deal with all of the downtown traffic and the schoolbuses clogging things up at the stoplight by Wilco/Speedway/the highschool, and if I'm late for class, then instructors get annoyed and it counts against your participation. Bitch doesn't get it. I was in a pretty pissy mood, so I went into my "You bitch at me that I waste my money on stupid shit, well you waste your money on cigarettes, that's the pot calling the kettle black/you're ruining your own health/you know I've never liked you smoking, hell you couldn't quit after I had fucking lung surgery when I was four years old/when I get lung cancer I'll blame it all on you" rant. And all she can say is "I HAVE BRAIN PROBLEMS, I'M GOING TO DIE ANYWAY!"
But maybe it was a good thing, because about ten minutes before I absolutely HAD to leave, I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth...and I was still feeling bloated and crappy, and I thought to myself, "If I can get out a teeny fart, maybe I'll feel better."
YEAH RIGHT. I CRAPPED MY PANTS. FUCKING DIARRHEA. Had to change my pants and underwear ten minutes before I had to get on the road. But you know, maybe it was a good thing that Mom and her "I NEED MY CANCER STICKS!" deal kept me off. If I had been on the road and shit myself...hell, if I were at school and I had my attack, I would not have been happy at all. Good thing it happened at home.
Then she starts in this morning about how bad the weather's going to be, and "Do you have school today? Maybe you shouldn't go" and "Do you have work tonight? Maybe you shouldn't go" and "If you have to work tomorrow, just call off, it's going to be shitty." And you know, she gets pissy when I have to ask for gas money. She knows I don't earn enough at work while going to school. I sat her down and told her, "You know, people have to work for money. I have a car payment that takes a majority of what I earn. I can't just call off because the weather is shitty. God knows you hate when I ask you to loan me money. Look at Dad. He can't just call off because the weather is shitty; he is a TRUCK DRIVER. People depend on him to transport stuff all over the country. He does it to earn MONEY to SUPPORT US."
*sigh* I don't know. She just doesn't think, you know? She doesn't have to get off her ass to work to support the family. It's not like she can relate to either me or Dad or Hunter. But she expects us to bend over backwards for her. The world can't stop just because she wants it to.
But maybe it was a good thing, because about ten minutes before I absolutely HAD to leave, I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth...and I was still feeling bloated and crappy, and I thought to myself, "If I can get out a teeny fart, maybe I'll feel better."
YEAH RIGHT. I CRAPPED MY PANTS. FUCKING DIARRHEA. Had to change my pants and underwear ten minutes before I had to get on the road. But you know, maybe it was a good thing that Mom and her "I NEED MY CANCER STICKS!" deal kept me off. If I had been on the road and shit myself...hell, if I were at school and I had my attack, I would not have been happy at all. Good thing it happened at home.
Then she starts in this morning about how bad the weather's going to be, and "Do you have school today? Maybe you shouldn't go" and "Do you have work tonight? Maybe you shouldn't go" and "If you have to work tomorrow, just call off, it's going to be shitty." And you know, she gets pissy when I have to ask for gas money. She knows I don't earn enough at work while going to school. I sat her down and told her, "You know, people have to work for money. I have a car payment that takes a majority of what I earn. I can't just call off because the weather is shitty. God knows you hate when I ask you to loan me money. Look at Dad. He can't just call off because the weather is shitty; he is a TRUCK DRIVER. People depend on him to transport stuff all over the country. He does it to earn MONEY to SUPPORT US."
*sigh* I don't know. She just doesn't think, you know? She doesn't have to get off her ass to work to support the family. It's not like she can relate to either me or Dad or Hunter. But she expects us to bend over backwards for her. The world can't stop just because she wants it to.