GODDAMNMOTHERFUCKERS!!
Nov. 14th, 2005 09:37 am
Daily Horoscope by Astrology.com
Monday November 14, 2005
Virgo
Here it is, the day everyone has been dreading: Mercury's first day of his three-week retrograde. Frustrating times are ahead, but it's a well-known fact that if anyone spoils the ones they love, it's you. You'll get them through it.
I have already posted this once. Goddamn Mercury fucking retrograde. I had a nice long rant all typed up and it just DUMPED IT!goddamnshithellfuckcuntfuckshithell This retrograde better NOT FUCK UP MY MOVE!!
I am sick. Sicksicksick-as-a-dog miserable. Can NOT breathe, my jaws are aching from the sinus pressure, my eyes are swollen, so needless to say I'm home today. On inSPECtion day. Hooray. Bring it on, mutherfuckers. My house is neat, my kitchen is clean, and by the time they arrive I will be curled in my corner of the sofa, gently growling at all who enter. Oh, wait. That's just my lungs rattling.
I go to sign the lease on the new apartment at noon today. Yay! Scarlett is getting really excited, and its starting to rub off on me, too.
My mother's oldest brother died Saturday, so Sunday morning she and my stepfather Floyd headed south. They stopped in South Carolina last night, and are on the road to Florida as I write this. She's called me like eight times in the last 24 hours.
She told me yesterday that Floyd has decided he is going to help me move, because they know I can't afford to hire movers. I said "No, I don't want him to, I know he's not able, and I am going to do this myself." But nothing would satisfy until she had convinced me that he would get my uncle and some other random body to help him. I might let them, because it WILL save me money. But it's going to be on my terms this time, goddammit.
She started in immediately saying she could have me packed in two days, and have me out of there before next week. She went on about how she was going to throw all our clothes in garbage bags and we could sort them out when we got moved, and maybe then we could find something to store them in, and I didn't have to have this, and I didn't have to do that, and I put my foot down.
"NO! You have rushed me like that TWICE and it's screwed EVERYTHING up BOTH TIMES! I am going to do this MY WAY, NOT YOUR WAY! MY WAY! I AM IN CHARGE THIS TIME. I want our clothes sorted, and our summer clothes stored away NOT IN GARBAGE BAGS, and I want things disposed of before I leave this house. I am not in a hurry. YOU are in a hurry, and we are NOT going to hurry through this. You can just get over it." And yes, I did raise my voice and E-NUN-CI-ATE where you see all-caps.
She didn't like it. But I don't give a shit. I'm taking back my goddamned life.
So she called again this morning a couple of times, and tried to get me to call her neighbor. If she wants that woman who lives next door to go into her house and get some food that she thinks might spoil, then she can call that woman herself! If she was so fuckin' worried about roaming charges, she shouldn't have called ME EIGHT GODDAMN TIMES!
End rant? I DON'T THINK SO!
But I am going to my corner.