What happens when you cross Civil War reenactors with comic book fans?
In other news, Easter has been fustrating....
I haven't been on my computer in over a week, I come over for a bit (not only to use it, but to vist me mom since it's Easter).
A lot of my stuff was missing, and everything was ramsacked!
The only thing I was worried about was a e-mail address written on a little scrap of duck notepad paper. Nur's e-mail address. He was a childhood friend of mine. I hadn't had a chance to add it to my address book, and he had given it to his aunt before he left for school. I don't think I can get it again ether, since Mary hasn't heard from him in a long time >_<
Mom doesn't understand. She wouldn't help me look. She just pulled stuff out of my organizer thing and littered my desk.
I have cleaned/gone though/put away/throw-out everything on my desk, and still no e-mail address.
My mom went to bed, didn't even give me any candy for Easter. I asked her for some black ink. She didn't answer so I asked again. In the process tripping over this pile of clothes she has stacked next to the computer desk. I yell "Please, when you come down clean up this pile of stupid clothes I keep tripping over!"
she replys, "I'm going to sleep, Happy fucking Easter to you too!"
I've come to the conclusion my mom hates me. I was a mistake anyway "ruined her life" as she has told me many times. But I come over for the first time in over a week, and she can't talk to me decent, or help me.
she is now making me parsnips out of guilt for treating me bad on Easter ^^:
found the address in the cat's litter box 4-5 weeks later
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