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Instead of, "Hey, I'm glad you're home safe."; "Hey, I'm glad you have fun."; "You made it through the monsoon!"; "I'm sorry that it feels like someone's using a cheese grater on your insides."; "I hope you didn't get cut on the glass from the bottle you broke.; or any other of the hundreds of greetings my mother could have given me, including, simply, "Hi.", she says, "I'm getting back on the computer at 11."
Gosh. And they wonder why I want to move so fucking far away.
So, yes. I am home. Since I have to work tomorrow, I was going to bed shortly anyway. Thanks to my mother, any pleasure I had in the weekend (including the cute gas station guy who flirted with me inexplicably) has been destroyed.
Thanks, mom, I hope your weekend was lovely.
I'm going to go down some aspirin, dry off mini-Scott (the cause of the broken Sour Apple Puckers), and go to bed. Hopefully, I'll be able to sleep.
Gosh. And they wonder why I want to move so fucking far away.
So, yes. I am home. Since I have to work tomorrow, I was going to bed shortly anyway. Thanks to my mother, any pleasure I had in the weekend (including the cute gas station guy who flirted with me inexplicably) has been destroyed.
Thanks, mom, I hope your weekend was lovely.
I'm going to go down some aspirin, dry off mini-Scott (the cause of the broken Sour Apple Puckers), and go to bed. Hopefully, I'll be able to sleep.