I am wiped today. Like not its Tuesday wiped like wiped I got in at 1.40 am and stayed up until 3 am and got a shit-tac-ular fucking night sleep in a stinky armpit, tossed and turned all night, then accidently woke up an hour early thinking I was running late wiped. I tossed my ass back into bed for another hour then slumped my way into the shower and carried on with my regular morning routine.
On the MBTA this morning I saw a younger girl about 14 dressed like a goth street hooker. Heavy black eyeliner, super short shorts, black tee-shirt with rips, neon fish net stockings, a gazillion necklaces, a side slung bag, obnoxious cow chomping on gum sound emitting from her pie hole. If I dressed like or was seen in public like that I think Kathleen would have murdered me. Then I got to thinking about all the crap I put Kathleen through in my teenage years.
Dying my hair Clarie Dane’s my so-called life maroon, pierced my own ears at work, used brace elastics to move my two front teeth together even though I didn’t have nor need braces, insisting that the only car i ever wanted was a teal green geo tracker with pink pinstripe, powerpuff girl seat covers and furry steering wheel that was standard even though i had no-fucking-clue how to drive stick, would only bring bread and yogurt butter sandwiches for lunch, swearing up and down she tried to ruin my life on purpose, would only wear the same pair of jeans every day, stole her bra before she let me buy my own, convincing her i needed to shave my legs in the 5th grade, picking my nose and hiding it under my bed then blaming it on my brother, dressing up my brother in make-up (hi jon!), hiding clothes and wrappers under my bean bag chair because i was too lazy to throw them in my trash barrel, demanding that i *had* to walk to 7-11 at 10pm because everyone else was there, putting actually kahula in my coffee coolata from dunkin donuts and telling her it was the kahula flavored one!, driving my friend’s car even though i only had my permit, joining the flag squad just so we could hang in the auditorium way late and make out in the rafters, having to have a pager because my life depended on it, and generally hating her for every second of my life.
My poor mother, how did she ever put up with me? Free child-care. That explains why I am still alive.
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