glittercat

Icky nasty tiff with my drunk mother. grr. She came in slurred speech and all. I said that she had promised not to spend her life at the bar, and that is where she is every night. She got this hate filled look on her face, rolled her eyes and said "Ya know what, I'm not ever going to be good enough for you am I." Then put up her hands and walked out the door. Sadly, the answer is no... probably not.

I hope she has somewhere safe for a night, but I give her a home. She throws it away.

In other news I died my hair it's somewhere between raspberry and blackberry. I love it. Will post a pic tomorrow.

ergh my heart feels bleeding and raw.
~R