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yuck -- 2003-02-25 I am most definitely, positively, undoubtedly going to hell. I am ungrateful and snotty. And a bitch. This I know for a fact. See below. My mother is sick with the flu (for like the billionth time) and I'm not sympathetic at *all*. In fact, I don't even want to go near her. I'm sick of her being sick. She coughs and sniffs so pathetically and I'm sick of listening to it. And I'm such a wuss when it comes to sickness - it grosses me out, and I don't want to get it. She actually grosses me out. If I hear phlegm one more time I swear I'm going to throw up. Aren't daughters supposed to be nurturing and helpful? Getting their mother some tea and "there, there'ing"? Not me. Mom won't make a doctor's appointment out of sheer stubborness, but she's completely willing to walk around coughing on all of us all fucking week. Yuck. I want to move out so badly it's not funny.
Norway trip - 2004-07-08 |
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