mentor xmas card. new microwave. walgreen's bus lady. people need to mind their own business. lock on doors thing. financial thing. things from may 5 yrs. ago what is seeing valerie doing for me? in 2017. got it.

  • Jan. 7, 2018, 10:19 p.m.
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yeah so like i mentioned. My mentor sent my family a holiday card. which i read. and it had the word ‘special’ in it. now i, don’t like that word. also she was way too enthusiastic the card was something like ‘have a great christmas!’. good god tone it down. she didn’t have to sound so excited about it. i’m not 4. that, actually comes off as patronising. i hope during the time i know her she doesn’t send me a holiday card. that, probably sounds terrible. no but bc of how what she wrote comes off. If she’d just put ‘have a good christmas’ see that would’ve been fine. also i don’t like christmas so. I hadn’t seen her in maybe 2 wks. by the time i read that card. and i was fine w/ it. but seeing the card that’s what really got to me. [ok so admittedly yes i was the one who read the card.]. Reading a holiday card from my mentor is like seeing advil commercial when someone has a headache. it’s like thanks another reminder of this annoying thing in my life. and she meant it too. it’s sickening how nice she is. like i’m nice but at least i’m not sacharrine. and thank god.
oh yeah so the lady gave me a christmas card. and that was fine not too happy or exciting or anything. but............[yes here i go] the lyrics to ‘silent night’ are on the front. and i don’t like that song cause it reminds me of rape.
oh right. so the day after xmas we got a new microwave. well so that one. It wouldn’t fit in the space as it was too big. so then, we had to go and get another new one. this is at my mom’s.
People need to mind their own godamn business. which, has nothing to do w/ the above. ya know what the problem w/ this world is? that. that people don’t. yeah so one of the nights I took the bus back to uh walgreen’s. well I’m sitting on the bench and I can feel people looking at me. well a woman got out of her car and actually came up to me and was ‘are you ok?’ ‘yeah i’m waiting for a ride’ [which well i was] ‘who?’. like it was any of her business. ‘my roommate’. and then thank god her daughter called to her ‘Mom come on!’. thank god. otherwise that woman probably wouold’ve stayed and i wouldn’t’ve appreciated that. like obviously i was waiting for a ride. or I was just sitting for a few mins. as I do sometimes and then i’d be on my way. this isn’t the orig. reason i don’t drive but now it’s a reason for me not to. ladies who drive sometimes don’t mind their own business.
oh yeah so.at the house meeting in........Nov. um. Marty said something about how that it would be ok for me to have a lock on my door. like of my rm. yeah but........here’s the thing. is that. everyone in the household would also, have a key to that lock. and i’m only ok w/ it if i’m the only one who has a key. like i don’t think that’s going to stop the lady from going in there when i’m not there anytime she damn well wants to. The only thing that would change is me having a key. i mean not that it’s my house or anything. i don’t trust her in that regard. and i don’t bc she’s done it before gone in there when I haven’t been at the house so I don’t think a key’s really gonna do much. i have never, gone into her rm. whether she’s been at the house or not. i’ll knock and if she doesn’t answer i’ll come back later.
um so. oh i got my money this month. it’s a lot more then i thought it would be. i’m not sure, if i’m going to get it next month or not but for right now.......
so i was thinking about it a nd. what is seeing valerie doing for me? well nothing actually. not um.not a whole lot. no i mean. not her personally but what is having a mentor doing for me? well i get money and so i go out of the house and spend it on mon. whether we get together or not. so there’s that. is i’m getting out of the house. that’s really one of the main reasons i keep getting together w/ her. it’s not bc i like her cause i don’t.


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