holy crud

I accidentally locked my keys in the house, in a hurry to get out the door and get to the bus stop.


My mother had already screamed at me, late last year, that she wants me to be homeless and will lie to the city to get it done.

Recently she reiterated that, lies about the state of our house and all.  Now I have it in black and white. a

I just talked to my mom on the phone.  My drunk as shit dad (he sounds like he shouldn’t be able to stand up, much less drive, he’s slurring and irate wasted) and my drug addict (meth, pills, alcohol) mother are driving here to Taco Bell to pick me up and take me back to our house because they have a spare key.


Thank God.  I thought they were going to make me homeless for real.  Still might happen.  Shit.  I couldn’t get into any domestic violence shelters.  I’ve been trying off and on for years.  They’re usually full.  Tonight I called a few and one lady had an attitude and hung up on me.  The other one, she asked me all these questions and then when I asked if there was a room free, said no~!  St Martha’s Hall the other night, had women there working/volunteering laughing in the background and saying it’s Lisa.  Plus the bitch was making fun of my accent and STILL wouldn’t let me in!!


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