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so i'm on my way out to somerville this morning. just tried to discuss driving directions with mom, and due to her fear of getting lost in THE BIG CITY, we ended up in another screaming fight in which i thanked her for picking out a father for me who would leave me pining after him my entire life. didn't help that i had a bunch of shit stacked on my dresser, and it fell off in the middle of the argument. a glass broke, and she assumed i was throwing things. so she hit me over the head with a road atlas screamed "fuck you you little bastard i'm not helping you" and slammed the door.

what's my age again?

hope this isn't an omen of things to come.

um. DISGUST

and i think i'm going to be driving out there by myself and parking that stupid fucking car in a new space every night because i have NOWHERE TO PUT IT

but then again, i have to get out of HERE before someone gets killed. i really do.
i'm getting really goddamned sick of this bullshit.

good times for the time being

made it to somerville safely....have a place to sleep on the sunporch....am going to check out commuter rail schedules now...ice cream may occur later.

i am happily experiencing low stress levels.