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| 04:35am 30/04/2007 |
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mood: wtf. music: Emilie Autumn - 306
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Okay, so if you talk to me regularly you've probably heard me complain on multiple occasions about Maryann, our psychotic roommate. She believes she is always right, that she is better than us, smarter than us, and all that good stuff. She firmly believes that the farm we board at is Her Farm, and that she can order us around when we're there (we excercise the farm owner's horses).
She has been becoming increasingly unbearable lately, getting into fights with us over stupid things (the horses, the dog, me having mice in the freezer to feed Morfin, etc). In November, we told her she had to be out of our house by December 1st, but she never left.
Yesterday, we were on our way to the farm after a horse show. I was tired, so I asked my aunt to drop me off at home, and she did. I went up to my room and plopped down on my bed with my laptop and talked to some people for a while before laying down for a nap. About two minutes after I'd dozed off, I heard the phone ringing. I thought it was just one of my friends or something becaues they usually let the phone ring about 200 times for no apparent reason. Well, whoever it was was NOT giving up. I got up and went to the phone, saw it was coming from the farm house and picked up the phone. Well, I was too late, they'd hung up.
Got back into bed, phone started ringing again. This time it was my aunt's cell phone. Well, I knew something must've been up because she never uses her cell phone except for emergencies. I answered, she said, "Kayla, get Riggs and Neko, lock all the doors, Maryann's on her way, she said she was gonna kill them." So I was like, O_O;;; and hung up the phone, rushed down the stairs (naked, in a bath robe because I was in bed). Locked the doors, grabbed the dog, CARRIED him up the stairs because he's too dumb to climb them himself.
Locked the dog, the cat, myself, and my laptop into my aunt's room and piled into the closet.
We stayed there like that for about half an hour before my aunt got home. She called my grandmother, the cops, my other aunt, and anyone who she thought might be able to help. Eventually she had to go back to the farm to get my brother (who she had stupidly left there alone). When they got back, I got all the details about wtf maryann was freaking out over.
The owner of the farm was out of town for a dog show (she breeds bouviers), and Maryann had appointed herself Temporary Farm Owner. She felt that she could throw us off the farm, tell us that we couldn't feed Copper, or wtfever. Normally, we feed the horses at around 4 PM, and she had already had them all (except Copper) fed at like.. 11 AM, and told my brother that he wasn't allowed to ride /any/ of the horses (there are 8, only 3 belong to maryann). Well, they all got into it over that, and Maryann will grasp at every little thing in a verbal arugment ("You're worse than their mother!" "You let Kayla cut herself!" "You never cook for them!")
Well, then she gets like severely pissed off and says she's gonna move out and take the dog and have him put down and kill Neko or whatever.
Well, after they tell me this little story I realize that I am completely and utterly exhausted, so I go to bed. When I wake up, Maryann and her son are gone, the dog is still here and the cat is alive so all is well. My aunt comes and tells me that Maryann does NOT know that the dog is still here, he.. err "got away" out the back gate because my little brother left it open when he stormed off during maryann and bea's fight. (Read: My aunt shoved my brother and the dog out the back door and called my Grandmother, who came along and ninja'd them off to stay at her house for the evening, until Maryann was gone).
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| 06:59pm 23/04/2007 |
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If you read this, you MUST comment.
If I died tomorrow and you attended my funeral and had to say something, what would you say? |
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| 02:07pm 03/01/2007 |
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New journal.
Friends only.
You know how it goes. |
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