The Evil Incarnate

Previously:Mom is labeled The Evil because of an incident in the car where she cursed me out in the car because of some obviously terrible forgettance that I'd done about a gift I'd forgotten to thank someone for. It was uncalled for: the yelling and terrible-thing-saying.

So Mom the Evil Incarnate is making me get a job. There goes my stand against the working world. Independence from work imprisonment is moot. I am now going to be delivered to a slave driver with my only pitance being that of "minimum wage". And atLEAST there's a minimum, cuz slave labor can't get any lower. We have no rights, I tell ya.

I don't understand Mom the Evil, she is not one to be messed with that's for sure, but she can sure sneak up on ya and punch you in the head with brass knuckles and walk away laughing. I swear she sold her soul to the devil. It was probably that one day as a child I refused to wear a dress and curl my hair. That was the last straw, if I wouldn't be her doll, I would forever live in the fighting ring with a pit bull. Never turn your back on a salivating pit bull bread to kill, it'll tear your neck apart.

This morning I was eating breakfast and mom asks if I called the place where I'm going to be working, and no, I hadn't, not yet, I would when I was good and ready. So she left the room and I continued with my program. But I lost track of her whereabouts because I was so in to my show. Bad move. The next moment she was on me tearing at my flesh and throwing guilt and curses with it.

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