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Last night, my aunt went off the deep end. All I did, was answer two phone calls that were -for me-, and she sees that as an 'entitlement attitude'. For the love of the heavens, all I did was answer calls that were people wanting to talk to me, and she acts like I'm monopolizing her phone line, just because I was talking when she picked it up.

Then, when I go out to the living room to hang up the reciever from her putting it down but a bit off the hook, it gets worse. She starts bitching about how I've been 'playing her for a fool and using her', and things go downhill enough that we end up, on our individual phones, with mom on 3way calling to act as mediator. Which didn't help either, the Dragon wasn't having any of it. She calls the police to see if they can remove me. Which, by the way, they can't, and aren't inclined to anyway, since they're used to her 'people watching her house'.

So when they get here, they take me outside to discuss, and of course they know already that she's basically nuts and refuses to admit she has a problem. And when they try to get her to work out a way that doesn't require me leaving, she goes off on this big rant, about 'he leaves dishes in the sink for weeks on end, filthy, greasy slimy dishes', 'he's supposed to be looking for a job, but doesn't, and anyone who tries to help him gets used', and on and on. Let's see, I leave them in the sink for a max of 3 days just once, and that's weeks? And I use the net to look for a job, and what good has her fat ass done me anyway in that regard y'know, or even know about it for that matter.

Guh... Sorry about the rant, the general end result, mom's moving me back with her because she's tired of this crap, and I think she's come to the same conclusion I have. If I'm gonna live with a temperamental female relative, I should live with the sane one. Sooo, if there's a point *when I actually have AIM on* this month that I'm gone for about a half day, that's why. Moving. Damn schtizo paranoid witch-_-. <p>I BUKKAKE FOR JUSTICE!!!</p>

... dude, she called the cops to come drag you off?

Fuck, man. Thank God you're getting out of THAT place. <p><div style="text-align:center"></div></p>

Hell, this even tops the time she told me, one morning, because I hadn't washed the dishes that had only been sitting since the night before:

"I'm sick of the nonsense, pack your shit and go back to your mother!" Totally ignoring the fact that it is physically impossible for me to move from the middle of town back to the west end of town without a car. Especially when you factor in the following belongings:

Matress x1, Box Spring x1, table x1, desk top computer x 1, shelf/tower x1, collaspible shelf x2, dresser x1, tv, vcr, PS One, Genesis, SNES, NES, bin full of games, all x1, vcr box worth of anime tapes, about 14-16 Gundams and their boxes, and the calendar on the wall, plus all three of my posters.

and I'm supposed to just pack all this up, and walk 5 miles with it on my back, just because I left the dishes until morning because I was tired? My mom was right, she's getting more like their father every day. Crotchety, and totally irrational about the circumstances of things. Hell, you can ask Rei, she even thought she smelled pot once and that I had smoked it and come in the house smelling of it, just to make her get high too. Persecution complex up the yin-yang here... <p>I BUKKAKE FOR JUSTICE!!!</p>