7.31.2009

Delirious.

That is a word that describes my mom and I tonight

Hurting.
That is a word that describes my head.

Real Conversation-
Context is that I am lying on the floor of my parents' bedroom with a robe covering my head, and it is midnight.
Me: I'm dead. Do not interrupt me.
Mom: Clara, what about those blankets?
Me: Mom I dont even know what you're talking about
Mom: *pause* I don't either! Who's kidding who?

Chili's mad at mom. I said it's because she's being a psycho bitch. But I was joking and she thought it was funny, for the record. Just in case.

THE PEOPLE ARE COMING TOMORROW AND WHAT TO MAKE OF THAT? ICH WEISS ES NICHT!

Love always,
Clara

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