Mistress Darkness

It is not the fact that my mother ruined my vampyre and gave me this sucky replacement while she bought herself a new vaccum cleaner. No, she also expects me to clean out the bag instead of providing me with new ones. I have about 25 bags for my vampyre lying around which she never used. No, when she lend mine, she also cleaned out the bag re-using it over and over which lead to it eventually being broken. Totally broken! *arghhh*

I'll have to see if I can use what little the old vampyre got left in regards to sucking power is good for the rabbit dirt. So I can least put my old bags to some good use.

Cleaning out the vacuum bags - is my mother disgusting or what?

I am not even talking about the shitty tirade I had to endure when I dared to ask where my old vampyre was. Her first reply was "I never had it" and then when I dared to remind her it was the one she broke, she totally flipped out. She used to be a pretty nice person but somehow the old bitter harpie is totally taking over more and more of her personality.

Oh well, short update about my last weekend: headaches becoming migraines, migraines becoming headaches, screwed up sleeping schedule.

Short summary of my day so far: Woke up 1 a.m. - worse heachache than before going to bed early - took ibuprofen - made something to eat and took care of the dishes - hang out on the pc - headache finally subsided - hung out a bit more in front of the pc - decided to do something useful and clean up - talked to mom - calmed down in front of the pc - cleaned up some more - talked to mom - currently cooling down in front of the pc.

*sighs*

edit: My what a bitch! I wonder what rubbed her the wrong way today. But naturally she can't leave me alone and has to use me as her doormat. Well fuck that ... seriously, if she expect me to visit her in an old people's home she is so out of luck. I do not need to waste more of my life listening to her putting me down to feel better about her self. She already used up her credits before I reached 18, and the tendency is for the worst. If she would not freak out even more, I'd tell her that she is already ending up like her mother. She will be an old nagging bitch who will stick her nose in all kind of icky things and make everyone around her miserable.

I so miss the mother I once had. She used to be such a great person - yeah she had a few episodes but usually always tied to my father visiting and since we moved together when I was 12 or so - things gotten so bad between us and now all that is left are few moments in which the old self shines through for a short moment.

edit2: See you try and make a peace offering even though you did nothing wrong and all you get is more insults and shit thrown at you. I so wish this heartless thing that my mothers turns into would get all the migraines and headaches I have, she can crawl on her knees through broken glass and then see if she still thinks I am making excuses when I, in the stupid unwanted attempt at communication (I explained this to her), tell her that I started cleaning up later because I had one.

How can person be that unfeeling? Especially about something as unimportant as cleaning and tiding up something. But to her that is more important than almost anything else. Number 1 for her is of course my father, she takes all the shit from him and swallows it, bitching at everyone who does not let themselves be abused (emotionally that is) as well. Then about the second and third place, I am not sure if work comes before cleaning up or cleaning up before work. At any rate this and other things (like guests or associates) come also before me ... honestly abortion is a wonderful gift you can make. One less kid that gets screwed up. But of course she wanted me as a substitute for not yet able to have my father all to herself. I am kind of the uncomfortable duty she has to support. Not that it would still be necessary if she had not screwed me up so badly ... *sighs*