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i can't stand my mother. i know it sounds horrible and even reading it right now makes me cringe but, ....it is what it is. i've tried soo hard for soo long to get along with her but i am too tired to try anymore. every time i think that our relationship is on the mend she does something to f*** it up. for example, in the most recent event, she bought us concert tickets to see santana. great, i thought. family outing, could be shitty, might be fun. it's 50/50. anyway, it wasn't so bad. we had fun. we talked laughed. in a moment of beer soaked stupidity i actually opened up to her and had what i thought was a normal mother-daughter friendly conversation. i talked told her about how the worst thing she could do to upset me is hang the phone up on me (which she does about 75% of the time we talk on the phone) anyway, so you're probably thinking, fee concert doesn't sound bad right? well, how could i be so dumb? that evil incarnate of a woman basically spent the whole next day making fun of me. it's like every moment was an opportunity for her to make some dig like, "don't you remember last night?", or "that's not what you said last night" or "maybe you shouldn't drink so much", accompanied by a sickening smirk. are you kidding bitch? you force me to the bottle!!! un-f**kng-believable!

in another instance, she has completely offended my trust by snooping in my old room back home and reading my journals!! after i said the worst thing was hanging up, oh no she was determined to prove me wrong. and wow, she did! is there anything more violating than having your mother read your private personal thoughts and secrets? i despise her. its no wonder why i have such trust issues. im so pissed right now i can't even explain it. i can't trust her at all. if you can't trust your mother, who can you trust? needless to say we got into a huge argument. right now as i type this, she just stomped across the floor upstairs and slammed the door. a very mature and effective way to communicate "would you turn the volume down, please?" this woman is certifiable.... god help me. i cannot move back into this house. i will literally kill myself, possible someone else, likely my mother! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

single in scrapramento

it's like the opposite of sex and the city...is it just me or what?! i've given up hope on this town... no offense but guys here SUCK! they are all someone else's scraps. like little portions of people that used to be whole but then chunks got taken away and now they are bitter and stale and ick.

here's a perfect example: the other night i meet this guy --- k, let me interject for a moment and mention that i have been meeting far too many divorcees w/ kids! ugh, what gives?? i DO NOT need that mess... no baggage please! again, no offense! so anyway, back to guy 'A', the fact that he's divorced with a kid isn't even the ringer. oh no folks, best part is that within 10 minutes of meeting him i pretty much knew what car he drove, what zip code he lived in, what he did for a living (work from home....rite), that he owned a boat, and his net worth. oh and did i mention the invite back to his place.... GAG!!!!!!!!!!!! Need i mention i did not ask any questions that would warrant the aforementioned answers!? Puh-lease, if you think im the type of person that is impressed by that bullshit you are talking to the wrong lady, mister!!

my question, if i recall correctly, was "what song are you doing karaoke?" anyway, this loser proceeds to ask me back to his "place"." so my next question, "wouldn't you like to know my name? or is that usually unnecessary information in your books?" well, that made him feel like an ass. which is amazing because you would think it would be pretty hard to do considering he probably does that on a daily basis all on his own. he scampered away like a puppy with his tail between his legs.

so, next guy, guy 'B', is over playing beer pong and so me and my friend decide to go hop on the table for the next round. The guys were cool and said that'd be fine. so we go about our business waiting for the table to open up. next thing i know, the bartender comes up to me and my friend and says "those guys said you're paying for the pitchers. it's $16." my jaw just about hit the floor!!! the effin nerve! i swear to you if looks could kill i was on oozie with the looks i was shooting these guys! B@NG! haha. anyway, the guys tried to say that the challenger buys but we weren't having it. so, loserface bets us that if we win he'll pay. we won beer pong. as for finding a decent guy in sac, looks like a losing battle. let me just say that the beerpong guys didn't actually end up being so bad but really? way to make a first impression guys...

**after re-reading this, MAN! i sound like a maneating, bitter betty, right beyotch!! lol but i dont care... im still posting it lol