anna

my mother's impulsive move to buenos aires left me in charge of handling some of her business and it's absolutely killing me.

you see, my mother's the sort of person who takes no shit from anyone ever, she's just like this big personality loud person. imposing. whereas i'm a fucking doormat, hopelessly, noticeably so. i am incapable of dealing with things the way she does and i'm making a m e s s.

i'd go through a personality altering program so willingly were it available to me. mine's just not good for anything useful at all.

i bought a used, 80s edition of switch bitch, a collection of four roald dahl short-stories written for playboy. (playboy themed cover is four scrolls down.)

i'd already read the opening story, the visitor (that one seems to be in all three dahl anthologies i own), but the others were new to me. they were basically all about rape.

my enjoyment of this guy's mean spirit and perverseness is so embarrassing to me omw :[