Ms. Tigger and I on the happiest day...
I Want To Go Home
I just wrote this long post that got deleted as I was going to publish it. Yes, I was pissed. If looks could kill, there would be no more computer because my eyes would have blown it up with their balls of fire. So, here's the short and sad of it. Ready? M'kay! Here goes...
I'm listening to Eric Clapton. I need something to relax me in the not my fucking house that I would feel much more comfortable in because it has all of the comforts of home because it is my mother FUCKING home.
My Mother, God bless her, whom I love with all of my heart and soul wants me to stay here for a month. Yes! A FUCKING month! I'll be 30 a week from tomorrow and she's treating me like I'm about to turn 3. (Maybe I should start sucking my thumb!) Ha! Ha! I know she's only doing this because she loves me and I love her for that, but she's got to understand that I would feel much, VERY much more comfortable in the comforts of my own home.
I'll stay here until Sunday and if she is still acting all crazy like I'm a baby, than I'll take a big yellow taxi home. Hell, at this rate, I'll hitchhike if I have to. I'm here because I thought that I could finally be honest with my Mom after nearly half my life, if she says that I can't go home than I'll NEVER
(I swear on my life) be honest with her EVER
I'll talk more later when I have time. I now must go and see if I can figure out why Miss Tigger's picture isn't showing up on my blog. That should take forever since I'm a computer idiot!
Wish me luck on going home, I don't think the taxi people take credit cards!!! Ha! Ha!