The World Through Slash Colored Glasses

I am so mad at my mom right now I could cry.

She was doing exactly what I hate her doing, which is sitting, looking at my monitor, talking on her cell phone (because my room gets best reception) and reading the posts that are currently visible in mt flist.

On of those had "fuck fairytales" in the subject line. Mom said it aloud, in a "explain to me why you are reading stuff with bad words, young lady" {even though I'm 23} tone. I just shrugged.

She slapped my shoulder, HARD, because I shrugged.

It fucking hurt.

I told her so. She said it was meant to hurt, not tickle. I got sooooo mad! ARGH! I had to tell her off, and we got into a heated discussion.

And now my neck and shoulder hurt, because she hit me in my bad shoulder, the one I get spasms in.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

*head-desk* to the nth power

Damn it.

I hate it, hate it, when I've just hand written a story, then go to type it, and since it's part of a series, I go back to make sure what I've done with one specific pairing, then realize my whole characterization for one of the story's main characters is completly at odds with one of the other stories of the series.

*head-desk*

And damn, I liked where I was going.

::deep breath::

Ok... I can work through this. I can. ::crosses fingers:: I have until the 30th...

::sobs::