October 11th, 2001

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Hi. I am in such a huge rush but I am so upset that I've reached a point where I almost don't care. I am hurt and angry and fed up with my boyfriend. He is such a defended, selfish, mean little brat sometimes, and he doesn't get how much he hurts me or how unfair he is at times. I'm sick of fighting with him. I'm sick of everything right now. I'm pissed, I'm hurt, I'm late. I'm worried about money. I have to beg the pet store just to send us enough cat litter, and I'm sick of it, long story, won't bore you with the details. And my eighty-whatever-she-is Mother, has just gotten an answering machine, after all these years of leaving nasty messages on mine, finally, an answering machine, and for some reason, hearing her try to make her voice sound smooth, elegant, feminine, as if she didn't have a care in the world, is incredibly disconcerting. Great, now I'm really late for an appointment that's a good half hour away and I still have to get the kids. Guess I won't go to that cheery Anthrax site I was planning on visiting. Fuck.