and this has been a whole day of this
Note to my mother before I finish this off.
Mother,
CURSE YOU AND YOUR STUPID CURSES!
“I hope you have a daughter like you someday.” Those words are ringing in my head right now. Why not just give me a poison apple?
You could have cursed me with, “Damn you Kristine! I hope someday you marry a filthy rich bastard that promptly dies after the marriage leaving you to roll in the money and sleep with good looking pool boys for the rest of your days!”
No, I get this.
and this is what I got after I pulled everything out from under stuff:
and you would think with me going in and taking pictures and freaking out all day…YOU WOULD CLEAN UNDER YOUR DAMN BED!