Family Traditions
16 May
You know, I really don’t understand what Mother gets out of antagonizing me. I really, really don’t. I’m sure there’s some sick pleasure she’s getting in there, but fuck… quit it! I haven’t done anything to that woman other than being born; but, apparently lacking a penis means you’re dog-shit in this (maternal) family, so I don’t know why I’m surprised.
She always says we should tell her when she’s acting like her mother. I’ve told her time and again, but it just goes in one ear and out the other. She never does anything wrong, you see. Everyone else is the evil bastard spawn of Satan and well, she’s just Queen of Awesomeland. Watch out, C & P, she’ll turn against you one day, too.
It’s gotten to the point where I just don’t even want to talk to her anymore. I can’t stand the sound of her voice or the sight of her face. If we didn’t work together, I would just cut ties altogether. I should start looking for a new job… damn the economy, 
— Anyway —
Today has shaped up to be pretty nice… well, so far. It may turn ugly again, but that’s okay, because I’m in possession of alcohol. ha ha! I need to do a little “Spring cleaning” and perhaps a lot of throwing away (I almost wrote up, ha!). Someone (hint, hint) may be getting some purses, in addition to her Mother’s Day gift… that I’ve been fondling nightly. :sexy:
So, yeah. I’m going to go and drink about a frillion more cups of coffee and then perhaps I’ll get started on that cleaning. I’m pretty sure I could fashion an entire new dog out of all of the dog hair around here. I should probably start vacuuming more, 
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