Icon post.Mother woke me up early this morning just to eat Thanksgiving dinner. EVEN THOUGH I WANTED TO FUCKING SLEEP IN. Anyway. We had turkey, rice, mashed potatoes, potato salad and yams. It was delicious. I've never eaten turkey before but it was actually really good. Nobody made thanksgiving dessert but I wouldn't have eaten excess foods anyway, rofl. I'm like 5'6 and 150lbs right now, so it's not really that bad but I don't want to overdo it.
Feeling really tired right now from mentally bullying myself. I hate it when there's one little thing that bothers me and I can't seem to NOT center my head around it until the problem is solved. I feel like a failure. I don't want to cry, but if it'll help me feel better then why not. I hate being passively bullied by people just because I'm virtually a doormat. Unless you do something incredibly atrocious; it won't happen unless you break my threshold.
Random, we have a new pet. A black fuzzy caterpillar; it looks like
this. It's been camping out on the walls of our front porch. Luckily, the dog hasn't messed with it. I'm kind of intrigued that it's been surviving the cold weather. Mom started freaking out when I told her, she said I should have killed it. Lol, no bitch. It's just chilling outside, in nature... you do not kill bugs outside of the house. See, she has this phobia of worms and all things armless and slithery... and I sort of inherited that phobia. But I'm working my way out of it, not only because worms are perfectly harmless but I happen to hate sharing a common trait with my own mother.
Of course she'll never have my innate talent of theatrics.
~WE DIDN'T START THE FAIYA~
~IT WAS ALWAYS BURNING SINCE THE WORLD'S BEEN TURNING~
~NO WE DIDN'T START THE FAIYA~
~NO WE DIDN'T LIGHT IT BUT WE TRIED TO FIGHT IT~When I reach 30 I will make my own faghag pop band.