dial a death

top of my hit list: fuller and my mother.

one. why does mr. fuller think it's his god-given duty to email my parents when i have a work crew? that is my job, not his. i much prefer finding out i have one, then telling my parents. rather than having him skip me and go srtaight to them. i want to kill him. or seriously maim him. or smash his attendance system. or SOMETHING!

two. my mother is a stupid obsessive unstable overprotective freak. and i can't tell her i think so because she'll get all weepy and i have to live with her for two more weeks. i should have told my father i can't do this because i can't. i can't survive on this little sleep in such a stressful environment, especially during finals week. hell is not other people, hell is my mother.

i want to curl up into a ball and die. [before i make something else die]

[1238:
and i can't even reply to his stupid email because his inbox is full. please confiscate all sharp objects and remove people i hate from my vicinity.]