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I hate how having clothes on the floor immediately renders me "a disgusting PIG!" in my mother's eyes.

So, as punishment for having a sock on the ground and openly wondering why there is spittle flying in my face from my mother's never-ending GOB, I will not be able to eat anything for a few days.

I must ride the lovely two miles to the grocery store and spend my own money (which there isnt much of, since I'm not aloud to have a job...) on food so I dont, you know, die.

Lovely. Aug 12 2:29 PM MST