I am so, so, soooo sick of my mother. UGH. I can't stand that fucking woman. I can't understand how she has any friends at all or why our favorite weirdo from French class desperately wants to have sex with her. Really, really late last night, she came into my room with a bottle of this oily-looking stuff. I was a little confused at first, but then I remembered what it was and got PISSED.
She occasionally does this weird thing where she goes around the house and mumbles to herself and rubs oil on the walls. I've politely asked her to skip my room, but she refuses to listen, so I got mad.
Me: What are you doing?
Mom: I'm anointing the house to keep the demonic spirits out.
Me: Okay, I'm done being polite. GET. OUT. OF. MY. ROOM.
Me: How many times have I asked you to leave me out of this?
Mom: I don't care.
Me: GET OUT OF MY ROOM WITH THAT CRAZY CRAP.
Mom: No! I want to do the whole house! And it's NOT crazy!
Me: Absolutely no normal person I know goes around their house mumbling to themselves and rubbing oil on the walls. Even Granny, who goes to the racist church, thinks you are absolutely insane. You are being a FUNDIE. I don't like holy rollers, so LEAVE!
Mom: I love you, Super Duck. ((trying to hug me))
Me: ((backing away)) I'm not hugging you until you respect my freaking boundaries on this issue.
Mom: I am respecting your boundaries.
Me: Um, pretty sure bringing your crazy little ritual into my room after I've asked you to stop is NOT respecting any boundaries whatsoever.
I hate her fucking bullshit. How hard is it to just leave me out of things she knows I have a problem with? Her pulling this crap is like me demanding that everyone in the house be gay just because I am.
I swear, if there is a Hell, they've tailor-made one for me, and I'm in it right now. I live with that crazy Bible-humping bitch known as my mother. I heard my friend is in town, but there is no way at all for me to contact her or anything because she doesn't have her stupid freaking phone. (I wish she did facebook chat.) We're falling apart, and I can't do shit about it. I also heard that she got back with her stupid boyfriend. Not cool. I am also feeling fat and gross yet completely and totally unmotivated to exercise. And perhaps worst of all... Red velvet cake yogurt tastes NOTHING like red velvet cake.