Thursday, June 3, 2010

And So the Chaos at Home Continues....

Okay. So my last post was about how living with parents sucks. I didn't fill you guys in on the full story. Here's what happened: I made an agreement with my mom to clean the garage and she'd go through the stuff that would be thrown away. However, she totally flipped shit, and I ended up having to stop and undo a lot of great progress because she's psychotic. Well, that is the short and skinny of it all anyway. You can check out the whole story on my other site called Ramblings of a Madman.

But annnnyway... the chaos has continued. They expected me to put all that random crap back in the garage, offering me NOTHING that would even remotely begin to make any of that hard work with it and pretty much undo everything I just spent so many countless hours doing. So frick! When my friend Jonathan asked if I wanted him to come get me and hang out, I was like "Frick yea!" And so we did. Little did I know, I was gonna be there till the next night (now) the next day. Ha! But honestly, I stopped giving a crap.

So anyway, I guess in my absence and do to my failure to comply by spending another several hours hauling random crap into the garage, which I did plan to do soon, my dad calls me up and tells me he's putting a bunch of money in my bank account because my mom has gone ballistic and blah blah freakity blah! So I guess she decided that she would somehow get back at me for trying to help her out by going into my room and trashing the place, or at least as much as she could before obviously my dad stopped her because much of my stop if still safe.

There was a random computer monitor on the ground, glass down, this stupid bench thing I put books on tipped over... still haven't picked it back up yet... not really my top priority since I haven't slept in so long and am running on super crazy amounts of coffee atm, and my books and papers from several places scattered all over the ground. A few other minor things were knocked over. Big whoop! But I suppose the thing that annoys me the most is that the random cloth fold-out table my brother got from Quick Trip from when he was working there got all bent up, which was making a sweet bed for my 17 year old sweet lil' kitty pepper. And seriously, she loves that thing! It's all wobbly now! Gah! That annoys me so much! And even now, she's all cute and rolled over on it just having a blast sleeping on it. She SERIOUSLY loves that thing. It's her own little freakin' bed! And now it's all busted up by my alcoholic, pill-popping, stoner, selfish, lazy, good-for-nothing (literally), piece-of-crap mother who never stops thinking about herself and only herself. She is quite possibly the most worthless human being I have ever met, and it seriously bothers me that she bent that thing, not only because it's my cats favorite place to sleep, but because it's also my brother Joe's table, and he seemed to really want to keep a lot of stuff from that job. He's off in the army thousands of miles away, and his shit is just getting pwnd because my mom is too selfish to realize that she's a total bitch.

And honestly, I'm not even exaggerating when I say my mom is a piece of shit. Literally, all she does all day is sleep until noon, get up, drink a whole bunch of coffee, wonder about letting our 30 indoor cats in and out (almost all of these cats were HER doing!), and then she sits in front of the tv getting high until she thinks that it's just a bloody brilliant time to start drinking half a handle of liquor. Then, god knows where the night will go from there. She will probably just pass out in front of the tv or something.

Literally, she does the dishes like 3 times a week if we get lucky. Every so often, she'll actually take out the trash. And if lightning strikes twice in the same place that week, she'll even clean the litter boxes. Other than that, she is a complete and utter waste of space. She eats random junk and gets fat and complains that she doesn't eat anything even though she binges on the worst sorts of things and thinks that kicking her legs for 1 minute at a time 3 times a day is exercise... not even any weights... just that.

I suppose you could say this whole entry is a mom rant, but when your mom is as much of a piece of crap as mine is, she really deserves 15 minutes in the spotlight, don't you think? It's pretty hard to keep failing at life so hard.

To further make her existence a complete waste, she randomly decided one day that she can't do house work anymore because she had "neck and back pain" that she believes happened as a result of an accident in her early twenties (now like fifty!). And of course that has nothing to do with passing out on couches that are terrible on your back and being fat and never moving. No... nothing to do with that.

In fact, I'm fairly convinced that she makes up pain. That's right. I think that it's almost entirely just an excuse to be fat and lazy. And my dad is totally whipped to this situation. He buys her the 14 medications she takes daily, shares his weed with her, buys her alcohol (and even roses!), and pays for these retardedly expensive surgeries which never quite seem to have any real effect.

Truth be told, she's just a user. She uses people. She uses drugs (and taking all those meds with alcohol? SERIOUSLY?). And she just sucks. I seriously think the only way you can really top that is if your mom used to beat or torture you when you were a kid, or if your mom was like a meth head or a prostitute. You'd have to get pretty freakin' extreme to top how horrible of a person my mom is.

And so, today, I finally got on the ball and applied for a dorm on campus because now I see that this place is utter bullshit, and although it beats working my ass off all the time to sustain a life of mere existence, at this point, I'm questioning how much better it really is. And come Fall, I'm probably going to move away from home for the last time and never talk to my mom again. My dad: cool. Yeah. I like my dad. He looks out for me. He's a swell guy even though he's retarded for putting up with my mom. But he's a real man. He provides for his family. He bends over backwards to fight for and protect what he loves which is his stupid fat-ass bitch wife and his excellent kids that are now going places with their lives after dealing with all their parents' bullshit growing up. I love my dad. Awesome guy. I will  keep in touch with him.

But yea... seriously... I wouldn't think another thought about it if I never spoke to my mom again because obviously, she really is just the biggest waste of air.


Sorry you had to hear that...


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