I know I’ve posted before about how I’m usually only allowed about an hour and a half to myself when my sister takes mom to bingo. Well now that little scrap is most likely going to be cut down to only an hour from now on. They tried the bingo at a new casino and mom liked it better. The only problem is that it starts earlier and therefore ENDS earlier…so that means they are home earlier. Because, God forbid my sister should maybe take mom out for dinner or something that wouldn’t cut into the only time I get for me. You’d think maybe sister dear would take mom to bingo on a day that I’m home so I could have maybe 3 or 4 hours to get myself together. But no…that would be an inconvenience to her and might benefit me and we can’t have that now, can we?
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Okay so “Plan A” that I wrote about back in January kinda bit the big one. It failed. So now I’m on to “Plan B” which is basically me waiting for my mother to die (I am gonna fry for this thought) so I can sell this house and leave this hellhole of a town I’m currently living in. I’ll take the money I get from the house and live off that for as long as I can. When the money runs out, so has my time. Simple really.
So help me out. Consolidate my hate. Give me a chance to focus. Give me a chance to live, breathe and exhale. Leech the toxins from the oil-spill beachscape of my jet-black heart.
