The parents are fighting again. Or rather, they were. Dad refuses to do anything besides going to work every day so mom was screaming at him and telling him she hates him and wishes he was dead. Then he tells her to get out and go find a man that will bow to her wishes, so to speak. That made her even more angry and she started hitting him up until ( Read more... )

I could scream.

I woke up this morning feeling exuberant. I felt as though it was going to be a GOOD day. Then comes the yelling ( Read more... )

Is it July yet? No? Blah.

My car is splattered with lovebug guts and I'm none too keen on that. Horrid little things.

I changed the font size of this journal so, you know, people can actually SEE it.

I'm afraid this journal may end up with more entries than my other one and that makes me sad.

Last Friday, mummy dearest randomly decided that NOT working on a Saturday might be fun. It was decided on a whim (by her) that we should go to the beach in Bradenton. I thought "yay!". After all, this would be the first "vacation" we've had in two, maybe three years. I was rather optimistic about it and I wanted to get my burn on anyway. So we're ( Read more... )

This journal is born of hatred and deep bitterness. Bitter Kitty Kat has been around for a long time but now she has a voice. I am mad at the person(s) who already took the screenname and lj handle "BitterKitty" because that's what I freaking wanted. You damnable whore(s). But seeing as my online identity does have a last name I may as well use it ( Read more... )