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No. 4940
Fuck this day, oh my god.
So after listening to my parents scream at each other over a light bulb for THREE AND A HALF FUCKING HOURS, they come out and tell me that they're actually letting me drive my date to the Valentine's formal on Saturday. So I'm like, fuck yes, okay. And then they start flipping their shit over her spending the night. Which, alright, you don't want my date spending the night, fairly reasonable - UNLESS you are the parents who let your 17 year old daughter's girlfriend spend the night on several occasions without supervision a couple years ago. What the fuck, sudden freak out? But alright, my dad is relaxing into the idea (he said she can sleep on the couch), so I'll convince them. Whatever.
So at 4:15, they send me to the grocery store. Fine, whatever. I hate the fucking grocery store because it gives me horrible anxiety, but it's right next door to the thrift store I need to go to, so I'll deal. My mom tells me she needs everything on the list by 5. It's like five things on the list, so no big deal.
So I get to the store, and it's an absolute MADHOUSE. It takes me an hour to get the stuff on the list, so I don't get a chance to go to the thrift store. Augh, okay, whatever. I get home, put everything away, and realize - I forgot the coleslaw.
So my mom has a fit. "That was the most important thing! How could you forget! You had a list!" After I'd already apologized four times. So I fucking go back to the store, use a credit card for an 88 cent bag of coleslaw, and go the fuck home.
So my mom asks me to make the coleslaw. I'm already pissed as fuck so I'm like, alright, cooking calms me down. So I'm holding the bag of coleslaw. She goes into the fridge, presumably for mayonnaise... and comes out HOLDING A BAG OF FUCKING COLESLAW. So I make that bag, assuming she just wanted a double batch - no. She looks at the batch I made with the bag we already had and goes, "Oh man, that's plenty, almost too much!"
So I just. Put the new, unopened bag of coleslaw in the fucking fridge. And went to my room. And chugged a goddamn soda which I promised myself I'd stop drinking.
Uuuuuugh.
On the bright side, my ex came out to me as a transguy today. His mom is really really supportive and he's getting to a special clinic ASAP to get hormone treatment and such. I'm irrationally happy for him, 'cause he really deserves to be happy.
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