moving, i must say, sucks donkey ass.

the ordeal is almost "half over", that is, almost every possession i own is out of the apartment and in the truck or the garage. my landlord decided he wants everything out tonight, which puts us under more pressure and makes my mom into an even more impressive psycho. shouting or mumbling "fucking bitch fucking whore you cocksucker motherfucking bastard goddamn you fucking goddamn rain" this is what i have to put up with for several hours in a row. it's really kind of frightening and makes me want to curl up in a ball and die. i really can't describe the feeling it gives me, watching these episodes. and on top of this, it's so incredibly embarrassing, because she usually does it when someone is within earshot. i went upstairs to pack the rest of my stuff and just paced around crying for a half hour while doing it. i'm quite ready to test my new theory, that i'm a completely different person away from my mother's influence.

yes, everything is out now except for my computer and phone, and a random suitcase and backpack. by this time tomorrow i'll be sitting comfortably in my room in Framingham, hopefully chatting on the phone with some friend. hopefully this will all pass quickly.