I've decided to start this blog as a release for the anger I have, which is finding its way into all facets of my life. And like Danny Vineyard said, "Hate is baggage, life is too short to be pissed off all the time."
My anger is directed at, and a direct result of my mother, Joanna Agatha Ossman. Whether it's road rage, a rude d-bag, or a fight with my boyfriend, I sometimes just get way too pissed off. I can feel my anger grow over almost nothing. It is not healthy. For example, I was trying to get out of a parking garage recently. A woman and I drive up to each other, one of us was going to have to back up so the other could get by. I clearly could not do so because there were cars behind me. I pointed that I needed to get past her. She impatiently threw her arms up and sort of shrugged her shoulders. She looked like one of the typical, annoying yuppies in my neighborhood, with glasses and curly, short red hair. She really infuriated me. Both of our windows were down, and before even thinking about it I was yelling at her to move. Which isn't so bad, but then she wouldn't move and I really had no where to go. And blindly the next thing I know, I'm calling her a retarded bitch and telling her to get the fuck out of my way. This seemed to work, as she begrudgingly backed up. I had won. And yet, I still gave her the finger as a parting gift. She didn't even give it back, just looked flabbergasted.
This story probably wasn't the best example, as I really don't feel regretful about what I did. I mean really, why did she have to be such a twat about it?
But! I assure you I have a lot of anger in my life and it's because of my mom. So in this blog I'm going to share the stories of the shitty things she's done and said since I was born. Anyway, i'll leave you with this little story, which doesn't make me mad but does illustrate how ridiculous my mom could be. It was Halloween and I was in third grade. As usual, if my grandmother wasn't there, I was late for school because my mom could never manage to wake up on time. So it's Halloween and we didn't have to wear our uniforms because we were allowed to dress up. We of course were unprepared and I had no costume. What was her brilliant idea? She made me wear her oversized brown leather jacket from the 80's that came to my knees. Somehow in her mind, this made me an environmental lawyer. This was not just lost on me, it also greatly confused my classmates and teachers. Everyone else has awesome costumes. I can't remember what my best friend Kelsey was, but I know it was cool. Way cooler than an environmental lawyer.
I never even had a custume when I was a kid. But there is a cute on of you as thegood witchin white smiling with yourmom dressed as the bad witch in black w 3 inch nails. She had to were the nails at DMV earlier when she had to retake her drivingtest and they kept clicking against each other because thw wheelwas custom and small. But she passed and you laughed and you were happy. You were happy alot and when you wernt she took u away for weekends and showed u the east coast and ALL OF WASHINGTON DC. What a Bitch of a mom u have.
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