I must have “SHIT ON ME” tattooed on my forehead.  It really is the only explanation I can think of.  My mom just called for the third time this evening.  Earlier, I was watching the Saints game, so I didn’t answer.  Before that, I wasn’t here – I was at Manon’s, picking up (or was supposed to) her keys for when she goes away.  Then, she called a few minutes ago and I was in the bathroom cleaning up my toe.  When I was done in the bathroom, I called her back and, like it was any surprise at all, she starts bitching at me, beginning with “Where the hell have you been hiding out from me?” and I told her that I hadn’t been hiding anywhere, that I’d been at Tracey’s (which was not exactly true…I was there on Friday night, but here last night).  I told her that I was at the store earlier (again, not exactly true) when she called. 

So, she continues on and I didn’t say much in response – just asked her if she was going to continue bitching at me or if she wanted to talk about something else.  I told her I didn’t know who she thought she was, getting on my case all the time.  I said something and then I said, “….Christ…” and she said “what a time of year to be cursing God…oh, but I guess you don’t believe in God anyway, right?” and then she said “I guess you were out getting more presents for Tracey, huh…” and I said, “No…why, did you not get enough this year?” and she said, “She always gets more than me…”  Unfuckingbelievable.  I just sent her like 30 pictures that I printed out for her, postcards, two pressed pennies that I made in Seaside, an Old Navy fleece zip-up hoodie and a money order for $150.  What the fuck is wrong with her!  It super pisses me off when she’s ungrateful like that, especially when I TRY to make a concerted effort to send her things, help her out, etc.

She said, “So, I guess you have a bunch of plans on Christmas, too…” and I said, “What are you doing?” and she said, “Nothing.” and I asked if she was going to her friend Becky’s or to Mississippi.  She said “No…I wasn’t invited…” (talking about Mississippi) and I said, “Do you want to go?” and she said, “To see them bastards? No, I don’t want to go see them…what for?”  I was going to offer to try to buy her a bus ticket to go if she wanted to go over there.  Then, she starts in on “Well, you didn’t even invite me to come up there…” I told her that I don’t have $800 to shell out for a plane ticket for her to come up here.  Then, she says “Well, you could’ve invited me!” and I was like “Are you going to pull $800 out of your rear end for a ticket?” and then she said “Don’t call me for Christmas!” and she hung up.  I tried to call her back a couple of times and she didn’t answer.

Oh, yes, and at one point, she said “I hope the cats tear down your Christmas tree!” to which I replied that she was acting like a child.  I asked why she had to be so jealous of everything all the time and she said “I’m not jealous of anything!”  I said, “Yes, you are!  You’re jealous of everything….’I didn’t get as much as so-and-so…’”

God damnit.

Why do I have to be cursed with people in my life that drive me fucking crazy?  I’m so sick of being the dumping ground for the people in my life.  FUCK THEM ALL!!!