SLAP!
M*rgana (C's alcoholic birthmother), whom I'm pissed off at for snooping in my medicines and then telling everyone I was crazy, called at 3:30 this morning. The phone call went like this:
Me (groggily): Hello?
M*rgana: Hi. Can we talk?
Me: No.
M*rgana: Why not?
Me: Because you're not allowed to call here anymore.
And I hung up on her.
The girl has absolutely NO common sense. I mean, c'mon, who calls people at 3:30 in the fucking morning to talk?
She's in a detox center, so she wasn't on one of her binges, but good God, I don't want her calling at all.
But you know what I want most to do to her? I want to slap her and say, "that's what you get for snooping in my medicines!" SLAP! "...and that's for not asking ME what they're for..." SLAP! "...and that's for asking C@role to look them up on the Internet to see what they're for..." SLAP! "...and that's for telling everyone I'm taking psycho meds so I must be crazy!" SLAP! "...and that's for good measure!"
since 2/25/2001
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