i cannot fuckin wait to move out of my damn house. things have been totally bearable for the most part, until my mother starts to bombard me with her stupid lectures... so this weekend i've decided to stay at my sister's apt in sf.

as i was getting ready in my room, my mom comes in and begins her usual rant of "don't do anything stupid you'll regret." cuz yes mother, i'm going to go home with random men and have orgies with them all. that's exactly what i do in sf.

then i was walking to my car and my mom asks me when i plan to come home. we don't have cable at home and i want to watch the vma's on sunday night. so i told her "there's a show on cable sunday night that i want to watch, so i'll come home monday morning." she says, "yea right. who knows what you'll be doing."

arghhhhhhh. i really just wanna watch the fuckin vmas. goodness gracious. their paranoia is out of control. and i haven't even remotely begun sharing the stories. argh. i remember why i moved to new york in the first place.