I would like to thank Emily and Anthony for being really good friends when I couldn't get a hold of anyone else. You both made me laugh and put my feelings at rest.
What is on my schedule today? Be ignored by my mother until she goes to work, practice for my final choir project, go to babysit some annoying children, come home, crawl into bed, dream of better places and better people. Sounds like a plan.
What the FUCK is her problem? She comes in here, and says in the harshest voice I have ever heard; "Katie? Did you use two clean towels in the shower?" "No. Meagan used the big orange one, then I used it, then I put that towel in the laundry because it was dirty and damp." "Oh." And then she makes a horrible face as if to say "What a bitch! How dare she put dirty towels in the laundry!?" and turns her head and storms off. Well, I'm sure I'm sorry if I had a good excuse, and that you didn't have something else to bitch me out for. God, she says I need counceling. Maybe she should go. She's the fucking Nazi phsyco.
Thank God she has to go to work. I thought I'd never be free. I don't know how long it will be before she starts being nice again, but I haven't had a kind word said to me by her for three days. Does something to your emotional balance.
Fuck...