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The Sallies is suppose to be about things going on in your life, not about the stupid trolls you come across online.

Just report her then put her on your ignore list. sweatdrop

So today I had an orthodotist appointment.
Inevitably, that also means my mom has to come get me in Montréal, drag me all the way up to Mirabel, spend the night there, go to the appointment, be stuck at home till night, and THEN finally be back home later.

Meanwhile, I have to endure the family again. Oh sweet f'king lord.

I had to sit there and just endure being patronized and bitched at for just about EVERYTHING in life ALL THE WAY to their place. God this woman should be an opera singer, she never runs out of breath, it's crazy. If -I- ever tried putting a word in then she'd turn up the volume of the music to not hear me, and then later on turn it back down to CONTINUE.

When we got home, she pulled the same number as I was sitting at the counter, and whenever I bothered trying to get a word in, she'd walk off to the bathroom ike she's busy with something to cut me off.

I eventually just gave up and went down to watch Smallville with my brother before we went to bed. First thing in the morning, she's stomping downstairs and yelling at me. Blah blah whine complain blah shower blah blah whine complain.

Then she CONTINUES on the ride to the orthodontist. Oh dear god.
We get there, and she goes silent for the waiting room. She just CAN'T ruin her personal image of "Perfect Mom" in front of everyone else.
Then as soon as we're out she just starts over ******** I don't think this has happened since a good 8 years now but I just snapped and yelled at her. REAL loud. And without the profanity filter.
She just went quiet and left me alone for the rest of the ride back to their place.

So now I'm sitting here, thinking about what I'm going to do.
Clearly my mom thinks I'm a complete failure and she refuses to help me out, so parental help is out of the question.

My mom DID offer me to come back and stay with them.
Of course that'd entail my STILL not having a room, just like before, having to sleep on the couch or the damn floor again, do slavework for them around the house, and be stuck living in the middle of nowhere with no career options and no way to go study again.

I put it bluntly to her that I wouldn't leave Pat behind, and that if she's offering it's for the two of us. And that we WOULD pay rent to her to turn the big basement room into a loft for me and Pat.
She'd be getting PAID for us to use an empty, unused room, and for us to do chores around the house and for me to do homework with my brother and sister.

Does she take the offer? HELL NO.
She just blows up at me and starts complaining and whining and going all paranoid on me again, expecting Pat to be somekind of serial killer disguised as a cute funny guy. Jesus ******** this woman's dense.

Ah hell. It's her loss. I declare my family relations completely and utterly destroyed and if they want to bother patching up, it'll be their problem now. I'm done with them.

They had the AUDACITY of having a damn kid, then TWO MORE, and then they just expect me to put up with all of life's s**t, INCLUDING a f'king birth defect that's driving me pretty much out of my damn mind, with little to no help at all from them, and then when things go bad for her, she expects ME to comply and just jump and fly back into her arms to help, dropping everything else behind and not asking any questions?

Damnit. I've had enough.
I'm heading back out to Montréal tonight, and I don't expect to hear from them until my next orthodontist appointment. I DO NOT want to deal with their s**t anymore. And even if hell or high waters come, I WILL stay out in Montréal, get my appointments done with, get through transition, get my ******** comic out of my head and for the world to see, and then when all's said and done, I WILL look back at this and laugh.

Life's a peach. A sweet goddamn rotten peach.
But it'll take way more than parental sccrewups and homeless bohemia to keep me from accomplishing the very few goals I have set for myself in life.

When my time comes and I finally die, my only request is to have a really large, blunt object buried with me. Preferably a baseball bat or a steel pipe.
This "God" people preach about so much needs a goddamn correction for thinking that this "life" is anything sort of a SANE way to treat his creations.

I'm done for now. This is Doomie, signing off until next time.

"Pressure builds till it breaks the dome
You can build a house you can't build a home
And it's a fool who believes love is bred in the bone
And there's no guarantees that you won't get stoned
Yeah, I'm a fool who believed love is bred in the bone
And there are no guarantees that I won't get stoned

So another day breaks and the last one's gone
You dig deep just to carry on
Your debt's paid off but it don't feel gone
So you slip out the back and you're moving on

I don't know where it leads, oh no
All I know is that I don't wanna breathe this chemical breeze
No more...~"

Well, I set up an appointment for Tuesday to have my danger zone checked out.

Yes, I still call it my danger zone. Saying testicles is a little too personal.

And now I'm freaking out about going there. It's not going to be very comfortable. *sighs and puts head in hands*

Doomie, if you ever need someone to talk to, please keep me in mind. *hug* heart

I never worry much about minor aches and pains in normal places. But if there's ever a pain in an odd place or consistent severe pain anywhere, that's when I get worried.

I had an ingrown toenail when I was in 6th grade, and I didn't tell my parents. It got really infected and was really painful. I was just too scared to have the procedure done, because my brother had a bad experience.

They saw it when we were at a water park. I couldn't hide it there. Next day, my mom made an appointment and made me go. She lectured me on how I can't keep those things secret. I waited in the waiting room for an hour and a half. That kind of tension is killer for me. Doc calls us in and explains the procedure. He numbs my foot and goes to it. Hurt a little bit, but once the ingrown part was removed it was much better. Just needed to soak it twice a day and stuff and wear sandals to air it out.

After that, I got 5 more. No joke. But, each time, I informed my parents and we had it taken care of, no sweat. I can only imagine how bad it would've been if they'd never found out. Infections are bad

I know my father had a hernia, though whether or not it was inguinal I don't know. I think it came about from wearing tight fitting underwear, though, again, I'm not sure on this. It's been a while.

Mine's definitely not overgrown. It feels a bit swollen, but not grossly so.

Kids? I have no plans to have kids at this stage or later stages in life.....but that may change.....>>

I remember a study talking about how they believe there is a higher rate of deformed sperm and such because men now a days where undies and pants, which heats up there testicles slightly. Also found that repeated soaking of testicles in a really hot water for a time each day will result in infertality do to sperm being so messed up and not produced (yes, they tested this on themselves XD). The effects went back to normal after they stopped the study.


No kids (gets out her butcher knife and starts to sharpen it) Well then its reall easy to take care of your little problem. One nice wack and you won't have to worry about your danger zone given you anymore problems. twisted