Sunday Afternoon Hodgepodge for August 2, 2009.

-I'm still at Der Mominator's because neither the phone nor the Internet is yet on at my new abode despite the fact that I signed up for service NINE DAYS AGO. Why? Because this is endstage Mayberry, and they simply can't be assed. It's not as though a disabled person living in the boonies with no car would need access to the outside world. Phone calls will be made on Monday, you can bet your sweet ass.

-I went to the Wal-Mart in Franklin this afternoon and bought a DVD player. It wasn't the DVD player I wanted; my mother bulldozed me into a Philips that was seven dollars more than the Sony I wanted "because it was the one she had." As if I cared. It's not as though she were paying for it. I was. But she nagged and bitched and carped, and just as Roomie was reaching for the Sony, she grabbed the Philips and tossed it into the cart. I could've made a scene, but the store was packed, and I knew damn well what the crowd would think if I lost my mind in the middle of the electronics section("Aw, that retarded girl is having a fit. Her poor mother."). So I have a Philips DVD I don't like. But my mother's happy.

God, but I'm sick of her endless dominance humping. I've had one day of rest since I got here on July 17th, and I'm fucking tired. I want to sit down and veg out and watch TV and eat junk food and write for several uninterrupted hours without being called to the table to eat when I'm not hungry or forced to watch a movie because "it'll be fun", and then left alone in the living room because they have better things to do.

I'd hoped to rest on Monday, but she's already planning on dragging me to the new abode to...fold clothes, and on Tuesday and Wednesday, I have dental and doctor's appointments. Then I have to get an ID, apply for food stamps, wrangle with my tight-fisted trustee over a money request that's been ignored for eleven days, make sure my Social Security got deposited, pay off my final Tallahassee utility bill...

It never stops, and I want it to. When can I just fucking be again?

Sunday Afternoon Hodgepodge for August 2, 2009.

-I'm still at Der Mominator's because neither the phone nor the Internet is yet on at my new abode despite the fact that I signed up for service NINE DAYS AGO. Why? Because this is endstage Mayberry, and they simply can't be assed. It's not as though a disabled person living in the boonies with no car would need access to the outside world. Phone calls will be made on Monday, you can bet your sweet ass.

-I went to the Wal-Mart in Franklin this afternoon and bought a DVD player. It wasn't the DVD player I wanted; my mother bulldozed me into a Philips that was seven dollars more than the Sony I wanted "because it was the one she had." As if I cared. It's not as though she were paying for it. I was. But she nagged and bitched and carped, and just as Roomie was reaching for the Sony, she grabbed the Philips and tossed it into the cart. I could've made a scene, but the store was packed, and I knew damn well what the crowd would think if I lost my mind in the middle of the electronics section("Aw, that retarded girl is having a fit. Her poor mother."). So I have a Philips DVD I don't like. But my mother's happy.

God, but I'm sick of her endless dominance humping. I've had one day of rest since I got here on July 17th, and I'm fucking tired. I want to sit down and veg out and watch TV and eat junk food and write for several uninterrupted hours without being called to the table to eat when I'm not hungry or forced to watch a movie because "it'll be fun", and then left alone in the living room because they have better things to do.

I'd hoped to rest on Monday, but she's already planning on dragging me to the new abode to...fold clothes, and on Tuesday and Wednesday, I have dental and doctor's appointments. Then I have to get an ID, apply for food stamps, wrangle with my tight-fisted trustee over a money request that's been ignored for eleven days, make sure my Social Security got deposited, pay off my final Tallahassee utility bill...

It never stops, and I want it to. When can I just fucking be again?