I love my therapist.
She actually told me today that I'm not allowed to talk to my mom any more about my business. What was the catalyst to this? Mom actually said-- I fucking kid you not-- that my business is a hobby, and it's time I got a real job.
Fuck you. That's it. Fuck you. Don't ever again give me the bullshit about how you "support me." I'm so incredibly disappointed. Pissed and disappointed.
I'm gonna watch the last of Season Two, maybe a bit of Three, maybe nap, and then work my ass off on my "hobby" for twelve hours or so. "Hobby." Fuck you.
Fuck you. That's it. Fuck you. Don't ever again give me the bullshit about how you "support me." I'm so incredibly disappointed. Pissed and disappointed.
I'm gonna watch the last of Season Two, maybe a bit of Three, maybe nap, and then work my ass off on my "hobby" for twelve hours or so. "Hobby." Fuck you.
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my mom does that too.
i can't *wait* to find out her reaction when she finds out i've gone to school for cosmetology. of course, i'm not planning on telling her until after i've graduated and gotten my license and am working in the field. but we're aware that my mom wears her Crazy pretty much on the outside O_o.
mothers are insane. we just have to promise NOT to turn into ours.
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bring your machine tonight. We'll see if we can beat it into submission. Oh, and my sketchbook!
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also, i need to find the correct bobbins for it. they don't carry them here at my joanne's, i've just got to figure it out via their website or something. but the bobbin issue is sorta key to productivity.