August 14, 2003

Last night as I was sitting all lesbian-like on Sam’s lap, I asked her if I’d already told her about what Mom did with regards to the computer worm I got the other night. Sam said, “I don’t know – did I already read about it?” and I said “Yeah, I wrote about it in my entry today.”

Mom perks up.

“Don’t you be writing anything nasty about me in your slutty little diary!” she says, and I realize that it looks about ten times worse than it sounded at the time, but still, I was shocked and somewhat amused. I’m like, “Did you just call me slutty?

Everyone in my family begins to talk about how I write about them here. Jay pipes up that she didn’t want me to call her Witchy and I do it anyway. Dad says that they occasionally read it, so they know the kind of stuff I write about.

Mildly, I reply that I can and will write about whatever I like. My mother continues with a tirade (which I think was maybe half-joking) about how when I live under my own roof, I can write about whatever I want, but as long as I live under their roof, blah blah don’t write anything that insults them.

I tell her that I actually said “bless her heart” in the entry, and that I’d written about her reluctance to download an update from Microsoft, thinking she was downloading a virus, et cetera. It wasn’t insulting, so settle down already. Which she did.

Then I was all “I can’t believe you called your own daughter slutty” and she says “I didn’t call you slutty, I called your diary slutty,” and I tell her in a very Peanuts-gang kind of way that my diary is an extension of myself, so by proxy, she called me slutty.

Then I told her I was going to write about that today.

I Really. Need. My Own. Place. HI, MOM!

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  • 1. Cookie  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    Wishing you luck, wishing you luck, wishing you luck!!

  • 2. bahdoooo  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    'Our' parents do the same thing. Tloh will tell my dad I quoted him, and he'll FREAK OUT, and demand I get permission from him. No, like what the hell, I need permission to quote crap like, “I could power that trolley over there. I have a lot of natural gas.” Yeah, I dont think so. And….Good luck! Woot. I have a crush on every boy.

  • 3. Wyndspirit  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    It's kind of handy that everybody in my family who isn't totally computer illiterate doesn't have a computer AND doesn't have time to surf much at the library. :) Except I've been promising to refurb one of my computers for sis Brenda for about 4 years now… (Can you detect a bit of stalling there?)

  • 4. mike  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    good luck on the interview. and remember to keep your pants on. slut. by the way, speaking of weird referrals, i got a disturbing one for “woman fucking tacoma truck.” there are sick people in this world.

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