Saphra’s Weblog

And how the heck would you know the first thing about what I do? Well I will tell you! I am in college full time, and I’m taking my senior year on homestudies. You didn’t even graduate. Don’t tell me that I am fully capable so I should be able to manage it. I can manage it just fine, but it takes a lot of hard work and time. I clean your house everday, feed your animals, make your dinner. You complain that I am too skinny. I freakin work out for 2 hours a day, then I go to practice and work my butt off for 2 more hours. I am in SHAPE. I baby sit your son in law because he is a spoiled, ADD idiot, who called my karate class a “bare knucle brawl” class, [Wtf?] and cant be trusted alone with his own son because he is abusive. I’m not pregnant, or even sexually active, which is a huge accomplishment for this family. I have never done drugs. I don’t smoke or drink. I am doing things how you said I should, and yet, you walk in the house and yell at me for not putting a bag in the bathroom garbage can, and tell me that I don’t do anything. Thats a bunch of crap. I am so sick of this. I cant tell you about my totems. I never will. Because you wouldn’t accept me. Even though you accepted Curis after what he did. You just don’t have tolerance for me, or the things that I love. You never supported drumline, except when Mandi [your precious baby girl, AKA empress of the universe] was in it. You won’t let me get my license. You threaten to sell my horse because I don’t ride him that much right now because life if hectic and he has a bum knee. Well when is the last time you rode Sam, you precious little lap dog? But you’re not thinking about selling him, now are you? Grr…Rant ends now….