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Jun. 5th, 2009 11:08 pmIf someone could please keep me from fucking killing my mother, that would be nice. While killing my mother would make my life slightly more peaceful in the short-term, I would end up in prison.
So, today's story? I come home from an evening with Dad in which I have been constantly fending off touches and just basically waiting for things to go wrong. (They didn't go wrong.) Then I get home and my mother wants to start up a conversation about how it's wrong of me to hate Christianity.
She blames the internet (or, as she calls it, "that fucking box") for my lack of faith.
I'll just... be over here, massaging my temples.
So, today's story? I come home from an evening with Dad in which I have been constantly fending off touches and just basically waiting for things to go wrong. (They didn't go wrong.) Then I get home and my mother wants to start up a conversation about how it's wrong of me to hate Christianity.
She blames the internet (or, as she calls it, "that fucking box") for my lack of faith.
I'll just... be over here, massaging my temples.
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